Dommes Fugl - Tulus

Satire, teater, illusjoner for?

ye

angrepet, d?

deliggjort.

Flammehav, sn?

storm og kaos vil l?

ye

sp?

dd i Demonens kort.

I mitt legeme hviler en glinsende fugl,

han puster og?

nder i meg

vender seg i meg, hes, rusten, ru

han klorer og vegrer og gi seg.

Han hveser sitt budskap dunkelt i kj?

tt,

volder meg angst, uro, smerte

Dukker i smaker, i salt og s?

tt,

og vender sin klo mot et hjerte.

Sakte, uutholdelig risper han

m?

rke dr?

per ut av hjertet

Med hungrende nebb hakker han

sin f?

de ut av d?

ende kropp.

Jeg sender en tanke til oppgl?

dde flammer

der noe i meg vil leve p?

ny.

Jeg sender mitt liv til De D?

des Kammer

og d?

r fra en fugl skapt av bly.

Satire, theater, illusions for?

ye

agrepet, d?

divided.

Flame sea, sn?

storm and chaos will l?

ye

sp?

dd in the Demon's card.

In my body rests a glistening bird,

he breathes and?

nder in me

turns in me, hoarse, rusty, rough

he scratches and refuses and gives up.

He hisses his message obscurely in kj?

tt,

causes me anxiety, restlessness, pain

Dolls in flavors, in salt and s?

tt,

and turns his claw against a heart.

Slowly, unbearably he scratches

m?

rke dr?

per out of the heart

With a hungry beak he chops

sin f?

they out of d?

end body.

I send a thought to oppgl?

the flames

where something in me will live on?

new.

I send my life to the D?

of the Chamber

and D?

r from a bird created from lead.