Tyst lieger myren i dimma klädd
Blott kot av enslighet förestÃ¥r
When it rained water but a golden bath
Its dark purple witmossa och sileshår
Min vandring ut på gungfly irrar
I twilight mellan skuggornas ränder
From randskogen greedy eye stares
And watches its prey from ancient beaches
A cry from a high spring dome
The sound of water that quenches my thirst
And binds me in this green-clad necropolis
Till drÃ¥get skæljer over my breast
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When the myren calls my name
And fearfully captures the heartbeat in sin basket embrace
When the myren's terrible voice rings
Above: but a starved body sailing on black wings
Erosionsrännor har bildats av skyfallens färd< br/>Here I am vulnerable to the nordanblåsten
The wetland hugs the benhöljet som en obarmhärtig värän
Och under botten kyler permafrosten< br/>Skills are hidden among the myrullen
The trees in a sumpigt mausoleum and fort
Helped by trög erosion deep in the mullen
Som sakta drive det mansklige

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