作曲 : Wobbler/Andreas Wettergreen Strømman Prestmo
[Part 1: Humus - All That Becomes and Perishes
From the mould, the mother womb
That dark and moist, dark and moist shield of olde
To rise up again from the tomb
And, like the fragile sprout in twilight's gloom
Into the world unfold
Ancestral gold, the line of blood
A web stretched out so long ago, built to last
Flame of morn, upon a face
That jewel of light, that jewel of light crisp and clear
Released into this starlit place
Erected from a secret, silent space
From silence to somewhere
From a heavy sleep all things appear
A web designed so long ago
The footprints of a heathen god
Entwined around this bone-white destined rod
[Part 2: Corpus - That No One of Existing Things Doth Perish, But Men In Error Speak of Their Changes as Destructions and as Deaths
This now, when everything never dies
Live again
Burst into the scarlet skies
Reshaped, resized
In this dark hour, I search the cave relentlessly
Pondering grand designs troubling me
Cloaked in the veil of light, clarity brightens my halls
Proof of the undying truth beyond these walls
In this dark hour, I search the cave relentlessly
Pondering grand designs troubling me
Cloaked in the veil of light, clarity brightens my halls
Proof of the undying truth beyond these walls
Flame of morn, upon a face
That jewel of light, that jewel of light crisp and clear
Released into this starlit place
Erected from a secret, silent space
From silence to somewhere
From a heavy sleep all things appear
A web designed so long ago
The footprints of a heathen god
Entwined around this bone-white destined rod
From the mould, the mother womb
That dark and moist, dark and moist shield of olde
To rise up again from the tomb
And, like the fragile sprout in twilight's gloom
Into the world unfold
Ancestral gold, the line of blood
A web designed so long ago
The footprints of a heathen god
Entwined around this bone-white destined rod
[Epilogue:
Boughs of green
So gently dancing in the wind
Embracing the Earth
My death and my birth
By warm winds caressed
And enclosed in mirth
Here I lie, at peace in solitude forever
Until I am stirred from my nest like a bird
And soar into the world once again
Boughs of green
So gently dancing in the wind
Embracing the Earth
My death and my birth
By warm winds caressed
And enclosed in mirth