Aftonlandet - Grift

I vankelmodets skymning klarnar det till slut som grumlat våra sinnen och

fängslat våra ord.

Kristallklart brinner modet i hjärtan utav järn som tyngt oss ned i drömmar av

outhärdlig sömn.

In träder natten och skuggar låtsasvärldars sken.

Gåtfullt glimmar stjärnorna från landet som en gång ska bli mitt.

I lättjefull berusning lämnar jag en hembygd som lockat med sin trygghet men

bundit med sin skuld.

Jag flyr över den slättmark som sveddes av profeter till riket bortom böner där

ängar ännu frodas.

Över förtvivlans krön, under förtryckets sky, genom begärets kött går färden.

Till sökarnas fristad

In giddiness dusk settles in the end that clouded our senses and captivated our

words.

Crystal clear burning rage in the hearts out of iron that weighed us down in

dreams of unbearable sleep.

In comes the night and shadows performing worlds light.

Enigmatically glimmering stars from the country that will one day be mine.

The slothful intoxication I leave a homeland that has attracted with its

security but tied his debt.

I run across the plains that were scorched by the prophets to the kingdom

beyond the prayers where meadows even thrive.

Over despair brow, under oppression sky, through the desire of meat the journey.

For arbiters refuge

In the twilight of fad fashion, it finally clears what has clouded our minds and

imprisoned our words.

Crystal clear, courage burns in the hearts of iron that weighed us down in dreams of

unbearable sleep.

The night enters and shadows the light of pretend worlds.

Mysteriously, the stars from the land that will one day be mine are shining.

In lazy drunkenness, I leave a homeland that attracted with its security but

bound with his debt.

I flee across the plain that was burned by prophets to the kingdom beyond prayers there

meadows still thrive.

Over the crown of despair, under the sky of oppression, through the flesh of desire, the journey goes.

To the applicants' sanctuary

In giddiness dusk settles in the end that clouded our senses and captivated our

words.

Crystal clear burning rage in the hearts out of iron that weighed us down in

dreams of unbearable sleep.

In comes the night and shadows performing worlds light.

Enigmatically glimmering stars from the country that will one day be mine.

The slothful intoxication I leave a homeland that has attracted with its

security but tied his debt.

I run across the plains that were scorched by the prophets to the kingdom

beyond the prayers where meadows even thrive.

Over despair brow, under oppression sky, through the desire of meat the journey.

For arbitrators refuge