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En ukjent stemme kalte Fra taarnet hvor ingen bodde Fra bortenfor skogen Hvor intet levde Et rop i droemmen saa skjoent Som stemmen til dronningen av natten Vi vaaknet og saa maanen Delvis dekket av dystre skyer Det var kaldt og vaatt Paa vaar ferd inn i riket Av ufoedte tanker Endelig kan vi se hva som kalte For vi fulgte den stemmen i natt... [English translation:] An unknown voice called From the tower, in which none lived Beyond the forest In that nothing lived A call in the dream so beautiful Like the voice of the queen of the night We awoke and saw the moon Partly covered from dark clouds It was cold and wet On our travel into the realm The unborn thoughts Finally we can see, what called us Because we followed the voice tonight...
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 23, 2025
[May '90]
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 18, 2026
The fire in the sky is extinguished Blue waters no longer cry The dancing of trees has stopped The stream of freshness from cold winds Exists no longer The rain has stopped to drip From the sky Still dripping exists From the veins of a nearly dead boy Once there was hatred Once there was cold Now There is only A dark stone tomb With an altar An altar which Serves as a bed A bed of eternal sleep The dreams of the human in sleep Are dreams of relief A gate out of hell Into the void of death Yet undisturbed The human sleep And one day Will the grave be unlocked And the soul Must return to his world But this time as A lost forgotten sad spirit Doomed To haunt Endlessly
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 23, 2025