Mørkets Monolitter - Mortem

Stille vandrer vi under skyggetak

Lar oss drukne i skumringens drakt

Med nakne grener mot månen skjør

Gripende skygger med sprikender klør

Ranke spyd fra mørkets oven

Stolt og spent av jordens styrke

I skyggens dyp-dunkel og rå

Gamlegrå strekker seg nå

I mørket der, en hviskende sang

Sløret glir vi inn, in ingenmannsland

Der svøpende tanker, atter vil komme

Falmende lys, når dagen er omme

Fra lys til skumringens land

I skyggens dypsørgmodig klang

Langsomt kveles og slukkes den rått

Sort den dekker med sin kappe

Beksvart lukker seg om

Mørkets kyss, kun stillhetens flom

Blant skogens ruvende, monolitter

Nattens kalde hand, der smitter

Quietly we walk under shady roofs

Let us drown in the costume of dusk

With bare branches against the moon fragile

Gripping shadows with split claws

Straight spears from the top of darkness

Proud and excited by the strength of the earth

In the deep-dark and raw of the shadow

Old gray is now extending

In the dark there, a whispering song

We slip in the veil, into no man's land

There sweeping thoughts, will come again

Fading light when the day is over

From light to the land of twilight

In the deep mournful tone of the shadow

Slowly suffocate and extinguish it raw

Black it covers with its mantle

Answered closes

The kiss of darkness, only the flood of silence

Among the towering monoliths of the forest

The cold hand of the night that is contagious