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Visage
04:13
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night in the land of jokes
unexpected anomaly
hands and mind chained
held fast in the grip of fear
undefinable sound
shriek, scream, spinning wildly stop
a callback to years ago
to raging instability
portal to uncertainty
a familiar face, yet not
the home of jest tainted
by the touch of white dread
books used to defend against
the chill of that single image
imposed on every thought
demanding acknowledgement
almost friends! white!
almost friends! shriek!
almost friends! vivid!
almost friends! memory!
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Færgemand
04:29
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Som en oldings gigtramte krog
stikker du opad forgæves
et hastigt håb, ungdommenligt sprog
kun råd og tid levnes
Spedalsk som selve pagten er du
med grøn-brune plamager
din hud faldet fra, udslukt med omhu
ustabil og mager
Knoklede knoer knuger luften
du er på kanten af floden
du bærer dit eget lig til kisten
ingen færgemand i båden
Nu er striden slut for evigt
du synker langsomt i jorden
væltet ved vold, mangt har du lidt
ydmyget forloren
Der venter dig intet himmerige
intet helvede ingen ild
Du vil huske alt indtil du forgår
i fordærvets muld
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Uvirkeligt fortabt
03:01
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En firkantet storm
blæser omkring min omkreds
hvor jeg sidder, vinden er blå,
og lynene er runde
Jeg vågner nok op når den er væk
for sent opdager jeg
at takkede tanker æder mig op
vågner jeg mon når de er væk?
Min krop kredser omkring sig selv
mine hænder hænger i galgen
jeg opsluges af intethed
pil min fucking verden ned
jeg siver ned igennem tragten
tager mig til fokus
hvor lyd er spyd og blodet det er rødt
der er ikke noget at vågne til
jeg tager mig til sjælen
den voldsomme vægt tynger med ned
jeg vågner alligevel aldrig igen
Min krop kredser omkring sig selv
mine øjne hænger bag min ryg
jeg oplsuges af altinghed
pil min falske verden ned
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Skovens død
03:36
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Red, brown and dead it was the sign
the woods were being eaten by time
trees turned dark as midnight black
wind rushed, musty stench spreading
spreading
shadows swirled around him
he got up to confront them
their power was greater than his own
Trees fall!
skovens død
giving way!
skovens død
worms will feast!
skovens død
run! run!
Hopeless he stood
teary, life and will depleted, hope all gone
rot came to take him like all other things
the woods were falling to decay
creeping in his mind ,creeping in his body
corrupting all
Trees fall!
skovens død
giving way!
skovens død
worms will feast!
skovens død
run! run!
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Colourbringer's dance
05:52
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crackling warm gravel under boots
Sun piercing
Howling sky
Soon alone
The sight is Hammered into the eye
The great sound is heard
summer collossus sleeping still
Up here the earth
Slithers into the nose
You come across the hills
cradling the searching sun
with leaf-steps you bound
great arcs caressing the shapes of rocks
shifting no pebbles, shaking the trees
drippling water as from clean hands
your light beaming sweeps our skin
tingling slightly
blushing faces
flushing all places
with a thunderous grin
you release barefooted joy
Patience
planted reverence
unconditional
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Ætervader Denmark
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