The Night of the Triumphator

Hatred Towards Myself

A tribute to Björn, a fallen brother in arms.

Today, the 25th of July, is the day of his funeral.

Hädanfärd

The scars open up when I walk here again it was here that many injuries were inflicted on my body and I want and refuse to remember at the same time but I have come here of free will I thought and dreamed repressed and fantasized about returning
The scars open up and it stings like before like when it smells sharp of iron and the pulse feels familiar under the clothes that will stick fast dry fast
Here, everything is the same, only I am alive, no matter how dead I feel
Here you kissed my lips and bit me, the blood came back
The body remembers every centimetre that remembers
The cabin stands and mourns like me I have been able to leave the place but the cabin has remained and it smiles stupidly at me through broken windows and a crooked door
We wrote poems and nonsense in blood around the door and window but seasons have worked it away now
It remembers how we made her fog up again with filth and fighting it remembers all the moans of pleasure but maybe mostly my screams of pain
The calm babbling of the stream accompanies my girlish sobs as salty tears reach open wounds
I listen bleed remember and cry
I remember how I drunkenly tried to drown myself in this stream but then you pulled my hair up and I remember how you licked my face until I must have fallen asleep
There are still no animals here all our sick passion and unhappiness must have scared everything normal far away
Sometimes you were like a fucking fox-scissors of pain in me but other days an admirable universe of the riddles of love I counted the straws in your brows and eyelashes and I squeezed a pimple between my teeth I was mostly just a momentary love forest that got you up in the blue to then land in a burning hell of emotions Why did you cut my eyelids with the razor blade so that I only saw blood Why did I claw you so hard that skin stuck under the nails
You're probably not buried here and I don't know if you're alive any of you probably died here the belief in love so now I'm going to look for you on another plane because I miss you and love you
Now I'll put this piece of paper in the car and light the gasoline-soaked gazebo and chain myself to the fireplace If you live baby live clear I can't couldn't

Ofdrykkja - Ungdomssår / Wounds of youth

Echoes in Eternity

A World Full of Lies

Memórias

Goodbye

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1. Skymningsvisa
2. The Swan
3. Swallowed by the night
4. Ensam
5. Wither
6. In i natten
7. As the northern wind cries
8. Herr Mannelig
9. Våra minnens klagosång
10. Köldvisa
11. Grey
12. Gryningsvisa

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Ofdrykkja - As The Northern Wind Cries

Hypomanie - Depressie

Im gonna watch you up above,
and Im gonna see you down below.
I will mumble until you are deaf.
whisper about strange soothing drugs,
The teachings of suicide and death


Stutter about Oblivion and the Beyond,
While Still Withering in Silence.
For I shall stand behind the blade,
and watch you go down in flames


You are the bloodstainded one
The raider of razorblades
Until Eternity Ends and the Lights go out


Turn the knife against yourself
The oneway ticket to hell
All hail the scrapheap of Mankind
May we be undone...

Hädanfärd

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