Dýrð Í Dauðaþögn - Ásgeir

Tak mína hönd, lítum um öxl leysum bönd

Frá myrkri martröð sem draugar vagg' og

Velta, lengra, lægra, oft vilja daginn svelta

Stór, agnarögn, oft er dýrð í dauðaþögn

Í miðjum draumi sem heitum höndum vefur, lengra

Hærra á loft nýjan dag upphefur

Finnum hvernig hugur fer, frammúr sjálfum sér

Og allt sem verður, sem var og sem er

Núna

Knúið á dyr, og uppá gátt sem aldrei fyrr

Úr veruleika sem vissa ver og klæðir, svengra

Nær jafnoft dýrðar daginn fæðir

Finnum hvernig hugur fer, frammúr sjálfum sér

Og allt sem verður, sem var og sem er

Núna

Finnum hvernig hugur fer, frammúr sjálfum sér

Og allt sem verður, sem var og sem er

Núna

Take my hand, look over the shoulder loose straps

From a dark nightmare that haunts the cradle 'and

Turnover, longer, lower, often want the day to starve

Large, particulate matter, often is the glory of dead silence

In the middle of a dream that hot hands web, further

Higher up the air a new day exalts

Let's feel how the mind goes, ahead of itself

And all that will be, that was and that is

Now

Knocked on the door, and on the gate like never before

From a reality that certain protects and clothes, starves

Almost as glorious the day gives birth

Let's feel how the mind goes, ahead of itself

And all that will be, that was and that is

Now

Let's feel how the mind goes, ahead of itself

And all that will be, that was and that is

Now