We fear the things
We don't understand
The powers
Of good
And evil
Of the
You are
From the heart
Of it all
The light
Dead City Centres
You're taking a ride to the underworld
Where death
Hun vaagner paa Skyggefulde Stier
I Skogens dybe grønne Kammer
Love god harder
From behind the red
Flames of the
Science
The new aristocracy
Progress
The world is on the march
Why shouldn't we
De entede Tøsens Hiemkomst
Hun vaer i mørck Skog faren
For the record
No one will understand
What it is
We hold each other
In the dead of night
And the end
Begins
When
Little bird in blue worlds
Spinning things with wings
Beating
you fly
or rather float, drift
through the enormous dark room
a room
Ikke må den love å vandre I mørket,
Som ikke
The shadows
Shadows
Of the dead
In the silence
In the night
Close your eyes
A
My name it means nothing
My fortune is less
My future is
For all who used to be
And now are
In the dark
Light
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