Joyless Trance of Winter

Winter! The hatred rises in the cold
The way it sharpens all my senses
will enable me to fill the void
All your countless and weak attempts denied
You run with new-fed terror
Pale as you kiss damnation
Pale because of your failure

Hurt where it hurts the most
Bleak as the courage falls
Hit by the winter sadness
An orphan of your own madness

I will attack when you least expect it
and make you stare in awe
with blood-shut eyes at the perishing sun

Too many lies
Too many failures
In midst of yourself
you struggle in vain

Shivers! The way you shiver as you crawl
To see you tremble as your panic grows
is a reward in it's purest form
Fearful you watch the end
as it reflects in the mirror
As you turn blue I vanish
in a joyful trance

Winter! The hatred rises in the cold
The way it sharpens all my senses
have enabled me to fill the void
All your countless and weak attempts denied
you ran with new-fed terror
Pale as you kissed damnation
Pale because of your failure

Too many lies
Too many failures
In midst of yourself
you struggle in vain

Carrier of the Scars of Life.
(Music: F.R. Hagen, Heiseldal, lyrics: Thorsen, Nordhus)

Take me away
into illusion
Take me away
from the rain

Wounded but not yet fallen
Still caving in
The marks from the dance with the devil
still healing

Shallow but not yet empty
Cries left alone
The marks from a life lived in vain
still sore

Take me away
Take me to places where hope
is not merely an illusion
Take me to levels where strength rises high
Take me to levels where there are no lies
Take me to places where life is for real
Where destiny's challenge has yet to be sealed
Still I awake to the sound of damnation
Torn from my sleep as it calls out my name

Take me away
into illusion
Take me away
from the pain

I fall!
The fact that the curtain of life
is ready to fall

I drown!
The empty white canvas
is suddenly painted in red