Thousands of years have passed Still we do not know O tell me, please, tell me what lies beyond our comprehension We are nothing but autumn leaves swirling
Music by Ole Helgesen & Kristoffer Austrheim. Arranged by Ole Helgesen & Kristoffer Austrheim. Instrumental Performance
Music by Ole & Austrheim Arranged by Ole & Austrheim (Instrumental)
With neither speech nor portrayals he gazed up towards infinity's face and as aloft the circles he rose, a sudden breath of dark forgotten dreams came
Where blood is wine Pleaasures are mine Freedom takes me high Insomnia sails the sigh
[Music and Arr. by Vold 1993/97]
A world like this we never before have seen A prism in which the shadows are all dispelled -THE LIGHT IS SCARPENED! ALL THAT REMAINS IS THE LIGHT We are
[Music & Arr. Vold & Ole 1997, lyrics by Vold] In a city of tranquilled hearts Breathe only the thoughts I shun You stole my ferocity You stole my gain
Music by Kristoffer Austrheim & Waldemar Sorychta (Instrumental)
[Music and Arr. by Vold & Ole 1996]
Your darkness helps me smile I'm crawling on the ground for you And my skin is still flickering Scavegers sweep the floor for me Can't you see that cruelty
"Ekko i det hoye fjell hvem er du?- Hvorfor skjuler Du ditt ansikt? Hvorfor svarer Du og skremmer meg med morkets gru?" En gang pa sin ville ferd kom
I'm gonna be cruel to you Cruel like the fire in our wicked eyes I'm gonna be cruel to you Cruel like the fire in our wicked eyes Be my guest in our
.. og skyggen faller sa tykk sa tykk som en ravn over ensomme oder som disige fossestryk, skummende, hvesende. Faller til ro i dype tjern og kulper i
Music by Austrheim 1996 (Instrumental)
Nar breen gror i Norges dype sar og vinteren med sin kulde den rar Da skal jeg atter heve sverd Ensom, tidlos ferd En grav skal bli for hver av dem dekket
[Music & Lyrics by Kristoffer Austrheim] We who run from the presence of the sun By the voived bitter gleam chasing darkness like a dream All with weary
We who run from the presence of the sun By the voided bitter gleam chasing darkness like a dream All with weary tasks fordone 'scape the serpents tounge
