Lysets flukt - Khold

Lysets flukt er m?

rkets komme,

dag er atter sporl?

st omme.

Skikkelser i stille ferdsel,

nattem?

rket fylt av redsel.

Forskremt i angst og nattev?

ke,

himmelgl?

den kvalt i hjel.

Kvalmende og lummer t?

ke knuger en villfaren sjel.

Noe som jager deg finner ditt gjemme,

favner deg st?

dig i tunge tak.

Noe vil lamme deg, plage, forskremme.

Innhyllet, hvitblek i nattesvart drag.

Forfulgt til det siste, fort?

ret til mold.

Tiden er beksvart, jorden er kold.

Noe har sikret din endelighet,

omsluttet den i uendelighet

The flight of light is m?

the coming of the kingdom,

today is track again?

st omme.

Figures in quiet traffic,

nattem?

the realm filled with fear.

Frightened in anxiety and nightmares?

ke,

himmelgl?

it suffocated to death.

Nausea and lukewarm t?

ke hugs a stray soul.

Something that chases you finds your hiding place,

embrace you st?

you in heavy thanks.

Something will paralyze you, bother you, scare you.

Wrapped, white ink in night black draft.

Pursued to the last, fast?

right to mold.

Time is black, the ground is cold.

Something has ensured your finality,

enclosed it indefinitely