Det mörka

We fell, we’re falling

Deeper, more profound than a stone hitting the ocean floor.

 

It is grain by grain, petal by petal

We see the star, Stardust in front of us

We see the war; we see the peace

We measure it; grain by grain, petal by petal

If the cataclysm is worth till salvation is our own.

 

However, we fell, we’re falling

Deeper, more profound than the bottomless pits of hell.

 

It is a friend and foe, fiend and lover

We see it clearly, better than our gods

We see the foolishness; we see the priced bravery

No one knows; the beautiful darkness I behold

Is it worth to give the inner parts of our soul?

 

Well, we fell, we’re falling

Deeper, more profound than all dreams can ever escort us to.

 

Fuck it. I’ll be clear here if my half is damned so let it be done unto me.

I’ll be crystal clear here; I’ll spit on every sun to pleasure the smile on which I believe.

Am I perfectly clear now? That this hellish apparition is worth searching every dune with a comb.

 

So, we fell, we’re falling

Deeper, deeper this spiderweb is all I can see.

 

Det är det mörka i oss som är det vackraste jag någonsin sett.

Fine wine

A body in the soil lays, a bed in the dirt remains

My body deep down in the grave, in my bed in an apartment—

Well, that’s my grave.

 

Didn’t, didn’t, didn’t, did you?

Didn’t, didn’t, didn’t, did you?

Pluck the crown jewels from a rose; and ask: Do you love me so?

 

I’ll rise, rise

I’ll rise, rise

Finally, awaken for the ceremony.

 

A body in the soil lays, a bed in the dirt remains

My body deep down in the grave, in my bed in an apartment—

Well, that’s my grave.

 

You did, didn’t, you did, didn’t?

You did, didn’t, you did, didn’t?

Put a little candle on the side to guide this soul to paradise.

 

I’m around, too far

Too far, I’m around

For a last drink at the ceremony.

 

A body in the soil lays, a bed in the dirt remains

My body deep down in the grave, in my bed in an apartment—

Well, that’s my grave.

 

For all sweet shame, for all sweet blame

You do my words justice family and friends—

Well, that’s my grave.

 

At least you served yourself a fine wine, which made me satisfied.