[Words: Tor Magne, Music: Tor Magne and Lengsel]
Remove the tears
And the thrill they give
And melancholy
(melancholy)
Will become a burden
Rather than a strength
Devastates me
Divides me
Among gods
I crawl
In a
condition
Forced upon me
Freedom a straining thought
Uncomplete
Fling salt in my eyes
So that the inner well
May
drain away
And my visit stand visible
Before me
Restless
I realize what I have summoned
Hear the death-conscious
moan
The world Monotone is now the nervous one
The world Monotone is now the nervous one
