A vessel filled with flowers burning in the bay The giver of life claimed by death so fast String the bow of sorrow for a salute Arrows of eternity, of all the ones I loved
So many departures, so many women gone I swim the sea of tears, covered with salt Now I know what it feels like to lose protection Your body is gone, it left me in a hearse
It may sound cynical, but this life is mine Life is for the living, that is undeniable When your image is gone, my face will be blue Through time and space, womanity be one
You're no more in the phonebook The statements have been written Goodbye, Norwegian mother The quiver of time is empty
SOLEFALD, 15.9.1995
La martyren salve sine sår, Solefald Er jeg ditt fiolette fragment?
La naturen klage sine år, Solefald Hvem av oss har linsen som blinder?
Jeg ante ditt nærvær i min drøm Solefald Så jeg bakom honningens ansikt?
Mystikkens fjes forsvinner med deg, Solefald Synker ned i den siste dvale
Snu for meg din fatale bane, Solefald Stig fra en heroisk horisont
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You liked AC/DCs « Hell's Bells », but Slayer was no stayer : I know how much you hated that Slaytanic Wehrmacht patch In the end, you did set it onto my black denim jacket I picture your afterlife in Freya's wooden halls Robed in light colours as an Art Nouveau lady You go for walks in the forest of oaks Where bumblebees hum and blackbirds sing Maybe you paint watercolour like you used to Enjoy cake and champagne and immortal youth I will leave you here, where you sat with your parents On the simple wooden staircase Where bumblebees hum and blackbirds sing As the evening breeze sways the firs in the sunset - Solefald