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