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Revel in crystal, my pearling irony

In search of thought from emerging melody

The face in gold shining on the ground

My voice so loud will be heard from the crowd

Eyes in the snow, as I know, I hear the Scandinavian song

It is time to look through my polished surface of life

These marks full of numbers going into the lungs

Of time, no more shall poetry defy

Fond perversions in solitude in Oriental blasphemy

Neither of them shall satisfy this dramatic disbelief

Lower level of miracles in an odorous monument

Colours your innate misapprehension you're recondite interment

Mothers through the nemesis

Golden eyes, my windy mist

Scandalous seasons hurt by the retold misery

Perfectly coloured hunger of my inner monolith

LEAD: NÄIN VEDET OLIN VEDET

Spellbound riddles communicate

Asperse and drown the gate

Unburned passion on an empty chair

I am above my hair

Frozen by hearing the ardent comedy

Emotions are mournful but full of sympathy

Pleasant shall be the profuse slavery

Under their fragnant book of empathy

Oaks in your sight reminisce the final horde of mine

Innocence in offence, the helpers will burn your

Lunar eyes, and my might shall be taken to the Nile

Guarded by a pale person, I'll leave the house I'll hide

The fallen embryo of hypnosis

Shall symbolize my symphony

Normal monks shall carve the ink

Speak quietly and meditate

Feelings behind the pouring god

Disposable history

Rumours for my scarlet tear

You'll be here to integrate