Тексты песен Arcturus

I have everywhere sought, and nowhere found So I lift the bleedin' bodkin And trust the grief deepest in The gleaming bodies of the infinite skies Have for my spirit The cold charm

Poem by Edgar Allan Poe From childhood's hour I have not been As others were - I have not seen As others saw - I could not bring My passions from a common spring From the same source I have not

Unfortunate the hoax that you are not immune For if beauty was hurt Like children naked and misused We would aspire towards States of disturbed emotions And never need to mirror off Like shadows of a

Et blekt avdagsleite Famler hen, til nattvart himmel Vandring hjem, til nattsvart himmel Vandring hjem I eismal Under skumringens tidligste stjerne Tusm_rket dypner I det fjerne Du nordavind, jeg sp

("No! this face is only a mask, a wicked ornament, illuminated by an exquisite grimace, Look and see, atrociously contorted, The real head, and the sincere face Turned back under the shadow of t

("I know that without me God cannot live a moment; If I am destroyed He must give up the ghost" Angelus Silesius) I beseech you, God to whom many sinners pray From the depth of the dark ab

It was a dark night, I couldn't see; And senses were unbound in ESP When in dream awake, I'd paint. Subconscious, the expanse I saw The portal to minds eye, open! - I contemplated Who it

Deira dagar har m_rkna Moder jord meld sitt fraafall Men sverdet har gaat vidare Til ein ny b+rar Me er einsomme menn Me b+r fenresulvens muspell Skoll skal sluka sola Me er djerve menn Sola svart

Await the coming storm. Behold the sign in the sun. Chaos upon us spawn! The arrows of time points us all. Oh, well, the maddening laughter growing louder with the memories. Atoms like incence rising

based on the poem "Tragediens Trone" by John Henrik Svaren, is translated by the undersigned, and hereby dedicated to Kristoffer Garm Rygg Hear! From this day forth are the heights of Hore

Here is so desolate; Times, they are dark Words ceas' - to end as echoes rolling afar Empathy arises whilst thou drapest this world in black; The only colour that can paint my soul Clad in the shades