Travel through land and spirit (Kvelding)

Miles passed by
and darkness came closer
She spoke, uttered words of secracy
Angel-winged and pure
I could do nothing but marvel at her beauty,
forged by what she was enduring

She was young and clean of sin
but the face she made
was worn and tired.
Their ignorance was what drained her strength
Forced to take care of her caretaker
because of his failure

The first daughter of Job...
I saw that she would express
nothing of what was to come
But this would make the scar even deeper

Reflections #1... Past buried alive (Kvelding)

As I stood there beneath a cloud stained sky that day
and the winds played in the early morning air
In the company of the others
for the possibly last time would turn out

In these new ranks I would finally find my place
but the trace of the old was right in front of me
Images of gone times resting deep down in the dark waters of my soul
found a way up for a moment to stir the surface

Sins and deeds form my past.
I keep stabbing it violently, but it won't die away.
The wound won't heal
I have buried it all in the deepest of graves
but it still finds its way back

I blame parts of it on them
Why else could I have done something against all I stand for?
But when the truth stands there naked and ugly
Blaming others will do no good
for the author of all the pain and grief is me and I

As I stood there that day in August
counting seconds for the right one to come
I knew that the last traces of old had taken other paths
And ours wouldn't had to be crossed again

Noone would ever again put more fuel on my burning fire of hate
This hate for what I was
...

Hope fades in (Gryning)

Sunset or Sunrise?
I search my feelings but I can't determine

Inside my shell I wait and bleed (Kvelding)

This dream of happiness
keeps haunting me like a nightmare
It is all I can think about
Everything else fades to grey

The more joyful events that occur
the more does my grief increase

I wait...
For the first time perhaps not entierly in vain
To act would be better
but perhaps I might succeed...

Realizing the Land of Wonders Contained More Sadness (Kvelding)

Censored by Bodström

Splitting up (Kvelding)

Censored by Pontén

The smell of truth getting defeated (Middag)

My thoughts seem to possess their own will
Logic fails me
The right thing to do is obvious,
yet I am held back by something I can't control.
For my whole life I've always observed,
watched from some distance
let events play themselves out.
Now this will defeat me.

I am now close to what I want
but time is flowing against me.
Another chance will take months.
I know I must act now,
yet I will observe and wait,
like I always have....

Sadness is embodied in this emotion,
at least in this stage of it.
Every time I'm close to her is filled with joy
I want more... and I think I can get it
but I am held back.
Nothing is stopping me, all signs are there
but I can't take the final step.

Days have passed, merged into months
All there is left are memories.
I will end up having nothing more
than the grief of my failure to act
and the sad happiness of what I have.

I have one last chance now
before we get separated
I must realize I have nothing to lose
To act is my only option
Time and I are playing cards
and I think it is winning.
It always has
All due to my inability to stake