[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
Welcome this transmission from a fallen star Light has departed from this black sun But please put us on to bring darkness down from your head and home
Time is on trial Generation and collapse inside the space of things Series of inertia A trial and a time
Full of frequency an unintelligible roar of everything ever lived or altogether avoided life A storm of voices and backward thoughts through deserts
Spit white speech the voice is mine the skin of the slit cut cigarette size The butt size head voluptuous white cum cigarette slit the spitting line
Unfortunate the hoax that you are not immune For if beauty was hurt Like children naked and misused We would aspire towards States of disturbed emotions
Et blekt avdagsleite Famler hen, til nattvart himmel Vandring hjem I eismal Under skumringens tidligste stjerne Tusmorket dypner I det fjerne Du nordavind
("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
It was a dark night, I couldn`t see; And senses were unbound in ESP When in dream awake, I`d paint, Subconcious, the expanse I saw The portal to the
I have everywhere sought and nowhere found So I lift the bleedin` bodkin And thrust the grief deepest in The gleaming bodies of infinite skies Have for
We- organic images dissolving earth Our future children sure at us unfixed from a residence of stars in their sidereal ships ho sailing beyond within
[Poem by Jorn Hernik Sv?ren / Translation by Kristoffer Garm Rygg] Hear! From this day forth are the heights of Horeb broken and the sea of sulphur -
[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
[based on the poem "Tragediens Trone" by John Henrik Svaren] [is translated by the undersigned, and hereby dedicated to Kristoffer Garm Rygg] Hear! From
Here is so desolate; Times, they are dark Words ceas' - to end as echoes rolling afar Empathy arises whilst thou drapest this world in black; The only
"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
These constellations gleaming at us from afar They give rise to frigid memories in my mind My stellar memetoes are the brightest signs that twinkle away