Längstmedån (forte)

Damned, these vultures

With glistening eyes

Menacingly roving the dreams and the pain

And your worn-out name

Something has gone wrong

And it chafes me and enslaves me

No matter what

This is not going to change me

I find myself somewhere

Lying naked in the wild-woods (I find myself)

Along an ever-flowing stream

With all of my warm desires

And my cold nostalgic dreams

And when they stay

And when they stay

I'll live through

A thousand deaths

If my head was silent

And if my eyes were closed

The visions of reality wouldn't speak

With such a vile, relentless voice

But I have figured out the decline

So the damage is done

What I saw, would not be

But the things I hide is all I see

What I saw, would not be

But the things I hide is all I see