(Springar from Kristiansund)
I shout to the mountains,
sea and air:
for your betrayal you will bleed
It comes with the wind,
a knowledge in mind:
Time and place when you shall die
Dark glances from those who love you
they will forget about who you are
You are obsolete, vile and speechless:
’cause you shall see yourself!
I give it to the storm
my wreath and anger
You’re gonna gnaw on my sorrow
and go around yearning
love will never be yours
Your bones shall tie a witches’ knot
which gets stronger the more you fight
And your flesh shall
grow wild and hard
Hollow hunger will not be relieved by food
We loved each other. I gave you everything.
Our love was high as the ceiling of the world.
Life was gracious, fun and good
until you took the hungier road.
Melancholic blood ran down my soul.
All the beautiful days will become ugly.
With fire in hand
and time in voice
I urge sleep to become penance
Wine becomes water, but tastes like blood
Peace and prosperity will take another way
If yes is wanted, then the answer will be no
the witches fire will scorch
Happiness leaves and sorrow stays