(January -92)
(August -91)
My eyes are shut I cannot see
though clear is thy despair
I drift away - far away
from places of which you seek
Though I seek thy hell
yuo close the gate before me
Your life is right, and I'm to
follow to your paradise
I cannot fall in love
love is for them
Lusting for the sky -
Heaven
Why did I come to this world
of sorrow why is this true
Where is my dagger of sacrifice
I will open the gates to Hell one
day...
(March -92)
I en moerk skog med kalde tjern
Et sted hvor Herren av verdens
ild ikke rekker
I det moerkeste i den store
av natten - av tid
Og de samlet seg
og blev doedens hus
Barn av tidens krefter
Bran av den mektiges soenner
Vi staar i en sirkel av svart
(June -91)
While we may believe
our world - our reality
to be that is - is but one
manifestation of the essence
Other planes lie beyond the reach
of normal sense and common roads
But they are no less real
than what we see or touch or feel
Denied by the blind church
'cause these are not the words of God
- the same God that burnt the
knowing
(April -92)
(February -89)
(March -92)
Ingen stillhet her ute - en droem
Her hvor maanen raar - en droem
Jeg hater denne skog
hvor ingen fare truer
Ingen ulv
ingen bjoern
intet troll
puster
Ingen onde aander
ingenting
puster
Bare meg og natten -
bare meg og natten
En natt skal jag reise
til Helvete
(April -92)