VINTERSORG LYRICS

1. Astral & Arcane

[Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg]

Twilit visions reflowers my shackled mood
It's time to heal, to join the unearthly's galanty show
My spirit hungers for the night's remedies
which breeds in the depths of mother nature's wide womb

Waiting for the augury, the fullmoon's appearance
Enchanting primary forces in the four elements
With the intension to unite micro and macrocosm
On a quest in diffuse areas, physically afar

I open the atlas to solitary spheres,
thousand maps drawn with blood.
Subconsciously descending into the context
of these archaic pergaments,
as the moon rises to release me.
Esteemed emotions.

The lunar aurora,
the spirits productive grain.
Guide me into a landscape,
astral and arcane.
I can feel the towering the mountain,
as well as the abyss-like sea.
In my veins the wildest river,
and every growing tree.

A visitor in a void with forest-capped fields
climbing the ladder of sagacity
Touched by the vast starry sky's nocturnal kiss,
the most passionate romance between lovers

Observing, obeying, obtaining the absolute,
leaving my physical host.
In the cave of dreams a courier I am,
passing visions to the body.

The lunar aurora,
the spirits productive grain.
Guide me into a landscape,
astral and arcane.
I can feel the towering the mountain,
as well as the abyss-like sea.
In my veins the wildest river,
and every growing tree.

A twilight child in twilight zones
fated to find the key
To unlock the soul from the fleshprison,
striving endlessly

2. Algol

[Music: Vintersorg]
[Lyrics: Karl-Erik Forsslund, freely translated by Vintersorg]

Algol, demon, capricious your brightness
shifts from day to day - rises, abates, intesifies
again, sometimes triumphant and sparkling,
sometimes pale and faint. For a long time
we've searched with wonder for the key
to this mystery, the right element to
your eager and changing, queer temperament.

Now we've dispearsed the haze of the riddle:
you've got a companion on your journey,
like a slave, a faithful shadow he
constantly follows you on the desolate
path, he circles and sneaks quiet around you, closely.

Never have we seen his guise, dark, parches,
stiff and cold, but still we know he exists;
like ashamed he hides behind you - free
and merry you shine - until he once
again crawls out of the darkness and
covers you. And your glare becomes
pallid and dull, and your mind cloudy.

Now we've dispearsed the haze of the riddle:
you've got a companion on your journey,
like a slave, a faithful shadow he
constantly follows you on the desolate
path, he circles and sneaks quiet around you, closely.

And similars there are - many Algols
wanders in the space - maybe even
more among us on earth. Sunlight spirits
darkened by a shadow, young princes
concealed by old slaves, doublesouls,
divided creatures - a blissful son of the
light indissolubely linked with a bitter dark demon.

Now we've dispearsed the haze of the riddle:
you've got a companion on your journey,
like a slave, a faithful shadow he
constantly follows you on the desolate
path, he circles and sneaks quiet around you, closely.

3. A Dialogue With The Stars

[Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg]

Ardent starshine upon my face,
the monumental nightsky reveal its torches.
Unaltered for aeons, yet zestful they're flaming
like ornamental diamonds.
In my telescopes focus, a striding light
conjure me fixedly.
Oh, what a colourful drama,
what a theatrical performance.

These myriads of stars
enchants me with their oddity.
At cosmos entrance hall,
where time and space units in a charade.
Under crimson flares I watch
the tempest of the universe.
In dark artistry,
I lionize the splendorous glare.

An unearthly voice of euphony
express itself in an ancient tongue.
Its elocution is based on silence,
so it pulsates through the five senses.
It's like a poem of wisdom and wizardry
navigating through the world.
A legacy from nebulas,
an endless mystic conversation.

These myriads of stars
enchants me with their oddity.
At cosmos entrance hall,
where time and space units in a charade.
Under crimson flares I watch
the tempest of the universe.
In dark artistry,
I lionize the splendorous glare.

Now clouds gather at a distant skyline
to cover the firmament.
Rays are fading in a metamorphosis
of the blazing weave above.

These myriads of stars
enchants me with their oddity.
At cosmos entrance hall,
where time and space units in a charade.
Under crimson flares I watch
the tempest of the universe.
In dark artistry,
I lionize the splendorous glare.

26 years have past since it first
called my name.
And when I'm dead, this piece of
jewellery will still remain.

4. Cosmic Genesis

[Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg]

Formulas of an ethereal intellect strayed through black and empty
planes, into the auditorium of evolution. In devious ways magic
came and created a spectra of fiery celestial bodies.
Since then they've been a cynosure to ulterior worlds,
beyond the fifth element.

The bodies are like a stratum of dust on a dark livid background,
spherical architectures womiting coronas.
The sacred hemispheres are the compass to eternity,
my notion is unison with its sidereal modesty.

Rise! solar spirits in the caravan of supernovas,
give me the palmist visual sensation.
I'm a newborn in this omnipotent laboratory,
fulfilled with balance and harmony in a timeless nexus.

Cosmic Genesis, galatic powers astir
Cosmic Genesis, as the magnitude expands.
Cosmic Genesis, I watch the vista transform
Cosmic Genesis, blessed by the stellarwind.

Somehow it seems to be built on mathematics,
but it hides in the dress of obscurity.

Quantum questions rests, since dawn of chronology
in the arms of the spiralgalaxy.

Cosmic Genesis, galatic powers astir
Cosmic Genesis, as the magnitude expands.
Cosmic Genesis, I watch the vista transform
Cosmic Genesis, blessed by the stellarwind.

5. Om Regnbågen Materialiserades

[Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg]

En daggvuren gryningshimmels disiga bud
tjänar som arlaregnets segel.
Till soleld begnistrar dess mantelskrud,
och var droppe bildar en spegel.
Som länkas mot en rymd i bågad ström,
ett draperi som i bjärta kulörer sprakar.
Skänkt ifrån molnkaravaners purpurdröm,
lika mystisk som modermörkrets drakar.

Vad skedde om skapnaden blevo solid,
en bro över svindeldjupa avgrunder?
Förgrenad vid galaxens gömda lid
och stjärnhimlens brinnande lunder?
Skulle vi gå längs bågen tunn
som vattenreflexerna fogar? (mot jordens grund)
Ösa vår visdom ur sagans brunn,
försjunkna i kosmiska skogar? (i en euforisk blund)

Prålande grann
den tunna materian, genomstrålas.
I solskensljus den funnit sin själ,
i vattenrök sitt kärl.
Väsenfylld,
av vädrets makt förgylld, nyanser målas.
Diffusa konturer mitt hjärta när
och fyller ett fjärilslätt begär.

Jag välkomnar dig, sjufärgade dynasti.
Som lindrar min ångest, min inre elegi.

Prålande grann
den tunna materian, genomstrålas.
I solskensljus den funnit sin själ,
i vattenrök sitt kärl.
Väsenfylld,
av vädrets makt förgylld, nyanser målas.
Diffusa konturer mitt hjärta när
och fyller ett fjärilslätt begär.

[English translation:]

If The Rainbow Materialized

The hazy message of a dewy dawn sky
Serves as the early morning rain's sail
For sun-fire sparks its mantle-dress
And every drop forms a mirror
Which are connected towards a space in arched stream,
A drapery which sparkles in gaudy colours
Gifted from the purple dream of caravans of clouds
As mysterious as the dragons of the mother-darkness

What would happen if the shape became solid,
A bridge over giddy-deep abysses?
Ramified at the hidden slope of the galaxy
And the burning groves of the starry sky?
Would we walk along the thin arch
Which the water reflexes joins? (towards the earth's gound)
Scoop our wisdom from the tale's well,
Absorbed in cosmic forests? (in an euphoric slumber)

Blazingly gaudy
The thin matter, is shone through by rays
In sunshine light it has found its soul,
In water smoke its vessel
Being-filled,
Gilded by the weather's power, nuances are painted
Diffuse contours nourishes my heart
And fills a desire as light as a butterfly

I welcome thee, seven-coloured dynasty
Who ease my anguish, my inner elegy

Blazingly gaudy
The thin matter, is is shone through by rays
In sunshine light it has found its soul,
In water smoke its vessel
Being-filled,
Gilded by the weather's power, nuances are painted
Diffuse contours nourishes my heart
And fills a desire as light as a butterfly

6. Ars Memorativa

[Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg]
[story about the memory artist Giordano Bruno]

THROUGH THE LABYRINTH OF THE MIND.

You built all memories on a framework
of the zodiac and other known structures,
every thought was linked to a special picture.
You stigmatized their keenness and location
on a deep and shrouded level. Remembering, controling
was the way to higher knowledge.

In the nature you saw the outlines of an universal intelligence,
every process a reflecting mirror. Symbols meant to trigger
the shadow of the ideas in the maze of recollection.
A vortex of information reigned inside
and found its way,
THROUGH THE LABYRINTH OF THE MIND.
With self-hypnosis you put it in
a dynamic pattern,
IN THE LABYRINTH OF THE MIND

No physical laws were rooted in your system
everything was forces of thoughts and sensations,
which is streaming through man.

Mist and rain just a condition of unawareness,
and volcanos a state of rage.

A prophet in cosmology, like Copernicus
you saw the stars as suns.
And a warrior who fought with intellctual swords,
with arrow-sharp words.

In the nature you saw the outlines of an universal intelligence,
every process a reflecting mirror. Symbols meant to trigger
the shadow of the ideas in the maze of recollection.
A vortex of information reigned inside
and found its way,
THROUGH THE LABYRINTH OF THE MIND.
With self-hypnosis you put it in
a dynamic pattern,
IN THE LABYRINTH OF THE MIND

7. Rainbow Demon

[originally by Uriah Heep]

There rides the rainbow demon
On his horse of crimson fire
Black shadows are following closely
on the heels of his desire

Ridin' on in the mist of morning
no one dared to stand in his way
possessed by some distant calling
riding on through night and day

Raibow demon
pick up your heart and run
rainbow demon
Lives for his sword and his gun

Ridin' on in the mist of morning
no one dared to stand in his way
possessed by some distant calling
riding on through night and day

Raibow demon
pick up your heart and run
rainbow demon
Lives for his sword and his gun

8. Naturens Galleri

[Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg]

En grottmyning gapar mörk och dyster
i bergsidans stenstruktur.
Vid glimmerschiffrets lyster,
min blick fästs vid dess arkitektur.
Där lurar urtidsmakter,
viljekraften i en källrännil.
Som störtar ned mot djupa schakter
och sköljer ådrad spårfossil.

Vad helst min blick begrunnar
blåser dess skönhet sinnet i svall.
Som en underjordisk måne kall,
bländar en bergkristall.
Breda sprickors giriga munnar
Är en portal till jordens märg.
Kringränd av malmrik färg,
en ateljé i dunkelt berg.

Längs trånga gångar mot djupets hjärta
Som utsiras av metaller bjärta
i bilder, fulländad estetik.
Droppstensskulpterade gestalter
skrinlagda i tryggt förvar.
Formade i hällars spalter
Över rännilen spegelklar.

Naturens galleri
Är likt en fantasi,
och mystikens lustgård och boning.
Naturens galleri,
vederkvickelsens trolska utopi.

[English translation:]

Nature's Gallery

A cave opening gapes dark and gloomy
In the stone structure of the mountain side
By the lustre of the gleaming slates,
My gaze is fastened to its architecture.
There lurks primordial powers,
The willpower in a well-rill
Which plunges towards deep shafts
And rinses aged fossils

Wherever my gaze ponders
It's beatuy blows the mind into swells.
Like a cold subterranean moon,
Dazzles a mountain crystal.
Wide cracks' greedy mouths
Are portals to the earth's marrow.
Surrounded by ore-rich colour,
An studio in dim mountain

Along narrow passages towards the depths' heart
Under the fair gothic of the ceilings
Which are adorned by gaudy metals
in images, in perfect aesthetics.
Dripstone-sculptured shapes
casket-laid in safekeep.
Formed in the columns of the rocks
Over the mirror-clear rill

Nature's gallery
Is like a fantasy,
and the mysticism's paradise and dwelling
Nature's gallery,
Refreshment's magic utopia.

9. The Enigmatic Spirit

[Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg]

from a far existence a phantom came
to gibe and curse the mortal.
Abhorrent was its blear-eyed glance
which petrified everything, even the wind.
So, from which dimension did it travel?
This metaphysical envoy.
Which breaks the logical symmetry,
and stand above our planetary puzzel.

All this is symptomatic for those
who's been baptized in fire.
It is at least my thesis, so I
want the spirit to speak.

[THE SPIRIT:]
"In heaven I am a wild ox.
On earth I am a lion.
A jester from hell,
and the shadows almighty.
The scientist of darkness
older than the constellations.
The mysterious jinx and
the error in heavens masterplan."

An amorphous energy spawned in
a cataract of flames, invisible for our
supervision. Do we dare to open
our minds and souls to even
analyse it? Or should it rest in
secrecy? All I know is that I can't
deny its licentious attraction,
so I want the spirit to speak.

[THE SPIRIT:]
"In heaven I am a wild ox.
On earth I am a lion.
A jester from hell,
and the shadows almighty.
The scientist of darkness
older than the constellations.
The mysterious jinx and
the error in heavens masterplan."







VINTERSORG LYRICS