The red leaves on the ground, fills the path I walk 
Solitude fills me, I can hear my own steps 
Gently crushing what hides under my shoes 
I see dried leaves and whitened frosty grass 

I look up to the tree tops, high up above 
A sadness appears, I can feel my head spin 
Leaning my head towards an old oak tree 
I smell dried leaves and resin in the bark 

Even though my feet is on the ground, far beneath the tree tops 
My minds plays tricks on me 
Fooling me I’m falling 
Vertigo, amongst dried leaves and golden trees 

Beside me a moss covered stone 
My hands caressing its surface, I feel my heart beat 
Embracing my knees once I sat down 
I can feel dried leaves and a cold hard wind 

I cannot move, my body pinned to the ground 
A melancholy grips my chest, I feel a need to cry 
Then my eyes open, and even though my head whirls 
I see dried leaves and the beautiful grace of autumn 

Even though my feet is on the ground, far beneath the tree tops 
My minds plays tricks on me 
Fooling me I’m gonna fall 
Vertigo, amongst dried leaves and golden trees

Vertigo

From the horizon in the west 
I can see the fire attack 
The cold, misty morning 
Is hard to bare 

From the trenches I hear cries for help 
I can feel the bullet fly 
The cold, misty morning 
It’s hard to inhale the air 

From the rainy skies in the east 
I can hear the soldiers march 
In the cold, misty morning 
I hear the roar “Vive le guerre” 

From the snowy north 
I can smell the blood from the dead 
In the cold, misty morning I hear 
The sound from the drummer’s snare 

For years we have now lived 
Like wolves searching for a prey 
In the cold, misty morning 
I read a silent prayer 

I have forgotten the love ones at home 
I cannot recall their faces 
In the cold, misty morning 
I realised, I have stopped to care

The Drummer's Snare

The beauty of autumn is soon here 
When the soothing rain gently falls 
Thus it is a time for reflection 
A season for tranquility 

The summer’s end is near 
Still the trees shine green 
Below, yellow leaves fill the ground 
The sky shifts in color 
Soon the clouds darken the sun 

Sommaren nalkar sitt slut 
Solens strålar värmer dock ännu 
Dygnets ljusa timmar minskar sakta 
Blommorna kämpar mot tidens gång 
Snart är de redo för sömn 

Höstens vackra slöja 
Faller snart över vår nejd 
För det är en tankegångens tid 
Stillhetens lugnande årstid
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Sommarens Nalkande Slut

In all its charm I walk 
Within its warmth I live 
But I am scared of the changes 
The rough and cold hard thoughts 
And I must try to be strong 

I thought that we were one 
I hoped that all felt hope 
But I can see the sorrow 
And sad to say the grief 
And I must try to be bright 

We need to think about all 
We need to think about everyone 
We need to stop being egoistic 
We cannot exclude even one
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Everyone 1

What do we do to ourselves 
Why do we act the way we do 
Why are people so ignorant 
How come we still get away with it 

Hate, jealousy, greed, anger 
Frustration, anxiety, pain, fear 
Emotions known to all 
Still used in situations more than before 

Why do people hide behind a fake belief 
Why do we kill the ones who cannot scream 
Why are certain people so hateful 
How come they can live with it 

Why is green more important than red 
Why isn’t it enough as it is 
Why are we never satisfied 
How come some are so arrogant 

Hate, jealousy, greed, anger 
Frustration, anxiety, pain, fear 
Emotions known to all 
Still used in situations more than before

Shattered

Thoughts may occur 
Dark, frozen, foggy 
Minds wrestle with conscience 
Just wanting to cause harm 

Kill the stupidity of man 
Strangle the narrow minded 
Suffocate the righteous 
Mutilate the blind 

I know that thoughts are only thoughts 
That a darkened mind is a way 
Of hiding insecurity 
But believe me, if I could, I would 
Try to change their minds 

Je ne suis pas une héroïne 
Je ne suis personne de spéciale 
Je suis juste moi-même 
Je suis comme vous 


Ich bin kein Heroin 
Ich bin nicht ein Sonder 
Ich bin einfach ich selbst 
Ich bin, wie Sie

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