[One some terms I'm rather easily annoyed. Persons can be parasites, think of so called friendships, think of some govermental whorish institues. Let
[This I wrote when I lost my grandfather and a friend shortly after each other. I imagined the whole world being mournful, and it was. Cycles, all these
[dark love songs are my favourite, it feels so damn good to lose your selves in one another. It's rather pathetic when reasoning, but I love to wallow
[Instrumental]
Where no beacon can pervade the mist But I have set sail to harder storms The wind roars thunder And whispers the word of wolves Hunger Dearest vile
[Religion is always a delicate topic. I admire those who breathe religion without any extremes. Every single soul has its soothing comforts in whatever
[Written shortly after 'In collision', tell me what it is about.] Sulphurous philosophical revolt Chant my unspoken name Of seven words and thirteen
[This one I wrote in an early stage for the band. It's merely an atmosphere, discribing overwhelming powers. Actually there is not much to it, it just
You find yourself alone Riding the green fields with the sun on your face You're not to be troubled You are in Elysium
a little too slow Sometimes I say grace peacefully When your sympathy is killing me Exit Eden enter Elysium Something for wounded love Exit Eden enter Elysium
[A love song again. Helplessness is a part of falling in love, so is fear.] We're a sigh on the wind Like moths to a flame Feverish to leap into it'
