She gave herself to Jesus She gave it all to him I can't take it anymore Life is too damn grim She tore it all to pieces Swept it in a pile Lit it with
Hail to thee, O Earth and Sea From the depths of the flames, I hear them calling thy names The names of the ancient daimons, the name of the one I'm the
Marchita el alma, muerto el sentimiento mustia la faz, herido el corazon vagando errante por camino incierto sin esperanza ya, sin esperanza de alcanzar
We're not, not like you The summer is coming now We're not, not like you Your heart is untrue The answers are raining down The pain you create can
Sunday is gloomy, the hours are slumberless Dearest of shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the dark
Maggots crawling, posers falling Suffocating in garbage So much trash in excess Feed your ego up your ass On your knees, blood sucking pigs Die of your
in the nameless forest of the moonlight flames from the scornful moon surrounded by shadows the trees seems so sore when the wind blows through the silent
Some people laugh in the dark Some people cry alone Some people talk without sayin' a thing And everything turns out gloomy Some people count your money
I never knew... I never knew Sweat and sour sweet and empty Never knew how I felt till I tried Never knew what I felt 'till I cried Never knew what I
Sunday is gloomy, My hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black
Thousands of years have passed Still we do not know O tell me, please, tell me what lies beyond our comprehension We are nothing but autumn leaves swirling
Music by Ole Helgesen & Kristoffer Austrheim. Arranged by Ole Helgesen & Kristoffer Austrheim. Instrumental Performance
Music by Ole & Austrheim Arranged by Ole & Austrheim (Instrumental)
With neither speech nor portrayals he gazed up towards infinity's face and as aloft the circles he rose, a sudden breath of dark forgotten dreams came
Where blood is wine Pleaasures are mine Freedom takes me high Insomnia sails the sigh
[Music and Arr. by Vold 1993/97]
A world like this we never before have seen A prism in which the shadows are all dispelled -THE LIGHT IS SCARPENED! ALL THAT REMAINS IS THE LIGHT We are