Instrumental
This dead orchestra play on instruments strung with the fibres of my mind And skeletons dance they have no voice and no complaint But I am still flesh
I have everywhere sought, and nowhere found So I lift the bleedin' bodkin And trust the grief deepest in The gleaming bodies of the infinite skies Have
Probing a voiceless void Searching for a closure Poisoned tentacles from the past Are tumbling fumbling closet Mood set On full scale regret Peaking
Poem by Edgar Allan Poe From childhood's hour I have not been As others were - I have not seen As others saw - I could not bring My passions from a common
Frozen streams and vapours gray, cold and waste the landscape lay... Then a hale of wind Hither - whirling, Thither - swirling, Spinn the fog and spinn
Now there is my fairytale(s) of dying flowers of the earth and those it covers of dying maids and viking men of birds.. that never of ever are the same
Welcome this transmission from a fallen star otherwise known as Arcturus Light has departed from this black sun But please put us on to bring darkness
Time is on trial Generation and collapse inside the space of things Series of inertia A trial and a time
Naar vinteren tar bitter fart Og steiner sprekker I frostklar natt Ved svarte tjern under naken li Da er villmarken vond aa ferdes I Vi befarer store
[based on the poem "Tragediens Trone" by John Henrik Svaren] [is translated by the undersigned, and hereby dedicated to Kristoffer Garm Rygg] Hear! From
("No! this face is only a mask, a wicked ornament, illuminated by an exquisite grimace, Look and see, atrociously contorted, The real head, and the sincere
Deira dagar har mørkna Moder jord meld sitt fraafall Men sverdet har gaat vidare Til ein ny bærar Me er einsomme menn Me bær fenresulvens
The subjects of sleep Their faces once awake on sodomy and death and smoke and laughter their feet no longer underground The snow hides the traces never
("I know that without me God cannot live a moment; If I am destroyed He must give up the ghost" Angelus Silesius) I beseech you, God to whom many sinners
It was a dark night, I couldn't see; And senses were unbound in ESP When in dream awake, I'd paint. Subconscious, the expanse I saw The portal to minds
We Organic images Dissolving earth Our future children Stare at us unfixed From a residence of stars In their sidereal ships Ho sailing beyond within
Et blekt avdagsleite Famler hen, til nattvart himmel Vandring hjem, til nattsvart himmel Vandring hjem I eismal Under skumringens tidligste stjerne Tusm
