VanhelgaMed mina andetag

Jag andas in kall luft
andas ut
luften expanderar infor mig
kanner mig forsvinna
djupt in i mig sjalv
expanderar bortom mina egna granser
in i min eviga forbannelse
det eviga tomrummet
dar jag blivit sa kall i sinnet
Tankar formas for varje andetag
forryckta ideer om existens uppstar
det har blivit vardag
ar for ar, tar for tar
knabojd framfor altaret oppnas saren
doda ryttare rider forbi
skuggorna soker vad som finns inuti
medan kalla hander greppar tag
river i mig, plagar, dodar mig
de roper, skriker, kallar pa mig
Da kan jag inte annat an skratta
at vad de inte kan forsta
hur de gor mig till en av de mina

[English translation:]

[With My Breath]

I breathe in cold air
I breathe out
The air expands in me
I feel myself disappear
Deep into myself
Expanding beyond my own limits
Into my immortal curse
The never ending emptiness
Where I've become so cold at mind
Thoughts are shaped by every breath
Crazy ideas about existence is created
It has become weekday
Year for year, tear for tear
Kneeling in front of the altar the wounds are opened
Dead riders are passing by
The shadows seeks what's inside
While cold hands are gripping me
Puling me, tease me, kills me
They scream, calls for me
Then I can't refrain from laughing
At what they can't understand
How they are making me one of their own