Over Bjoergvin Graater Himmerik IV - Taake

for måneblink holder meg våken

etter regnværskveld er intet tørt

og fra tunet blender tåken

morgenrøden visste jeg skulle blø

se mot døden se deg selv dø

dunkel parapsykedelia inni huset

jeg hever blikket og jeg hever kruset

tilstede mitt bud

kulde mot hud

i stedlåst fasong

er hun ikke hos gud

for moonlight keeps me awake

after a rainy evening, nothing is dry

and from the yard the fog blends

the dawn knew I was going to bleed

look towards death see yourself die

dark parapsykedelia inside the house

I raise my eyes and I raise my mug

present my commandment

cold against skin

in place-locked shape

is she not with god