24 June, 2016
05 April, 2016
Borknagar, album: "Urd" (2012)
The Beauty Of Dead Cities
Concrete cracks, gives way to green
forests fall come glass and steel
The beauty of dead cities
the splendor of nature
Glass framed cities
untamed gardens
Wings in the meadow
asphalt hardens
Everything in its place
the duality of the natural order
An unforgiving faceless warder
Powerful green forces gray away
steel constructions lead life astray
The beauty of dead cities
the splendor of nature
Nature regains its natural place
cities absorb their needed space
The duality of the natural order
The Earthling
Children, behold the elders falling
hear nature chime, the widow calling
See that moldered face, once gazing
throughout horizons, throughout seasons
Men, behold the nature tolling
hear the depravity of man
See the sunshine blurring, once sharp and gleaming
Throughout winters, throughout summers
Nature, the venomous path of man
the existential gravity, the blinder of light
Mankind, bestride the glimpse of the Sun
instinctively oppose, the harvester of light
Elders, hear the mountains calling
behold the certainty, the leaves of future falling
See the downfall, in midst of the havoc
throughout ages, throughout generations
Nature, the venomous path of man
the existential gravity, the blinder of light
Mankind, bestride the glimpse of the Sun
instinctively oppose, the harvester of light
Dwelling the night towards further sight
I am the earthling, bearer of the past
I am the earthling, dwelling the presence
I am the earthling, exploring the future vast
I am the weaver of the Sun
I am the earthling, I am the weaver of the Sun
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