Vintersorg: Solens Ra¶tter Lyrics

Isvind, frostvind i armodsbunden skrud
En ljudfyyld fristad at vinterrikets sA¤ndebud
Han som fA¶ddes under polstjA¤rnan, i strA¤ng kA¶ld
Under stormslitna skarvidders gnistrande skA¶ld

Elementen symboliska avbild,
En dA¶dskallevit snA¶gestalt
Med norrskenblick som flammar vild
Och blixtrar i samklang med allt
VishjA¤rtad och med skuldror som alpkedjor vida,
Det A¤ventyrsgivande landskapets medelpunkt
Med istidsdraken fader jA¶kul vid sin sida
Som ligger stilla och andas tungt

DA¶pt i en jA¶kelsjo
Invigd i utopin
Med glaciA¤rvA¤rldens deltaA¶
VA¤lvd i periferin
En vintrig krA¶ningsrit
Med vinden som poet
FjA¤ttrar denna eremit
I sin universalitet

StjA¤rnkartan ristas A¶ver hans rygg
Av drakens frostklor, som stillsam och skygg
FA¶rtA¤ljer om dess ursprung i ett sA¤llsamt kvad,
En ohA¶rd visdom, ett oskrivet titelblad
Dopfunten, en vak i glaciA¤rskorpans yta
Och stormen tjA¤nar som energisk psalm
KnA¤bA¶jd pa frusen bA¤dd ses han flyta,
Pa solmejslade block, pa vattenkristallers malm

DA¤r iskolosser byggs pa varje sekund och minut
Och det arktiska kungadA¶mets monark ligger stolt
Hans karga rike verkar segra till slut
A–ver den likbleka solens trevande revolt

[English translation:]

BAPTIZED IN A GLACIAL LAKE

Icewind, frostwind in poverty-bound garb
A soundfilled refuge for the messenger of the wintry realm
He who was born under the North Star, in bitter cold
Under the sparkling shield of storm-torn plains of crust

Symbolic image of the elements,
A skull white shape of snow
With a gaze of northern lights which blazes wildly
And flashes in harmony with everything
Wise at heart and with shoulders like wide Alpine ranges,
The center of the adventure-giving landscape
With the Ice Age dragon Father Glacier by its side
Who lies calmly and breathes heavily

Baptized in a glacial lake,
Initiated into the utopia
With the delta-isle of the glacier world
Arched in the periphery
A wintry rite of coronation
With the wind as poet
Fetters this hermit
In its universality

A star chart is carved in his back
by the dragon's frost claws, that calmly and shyly
Tells about it origins in a strange song,
An unheard wisdom, an unwritten title page
The baptismal font, a hole in the surface of the glacier's crust
And the storm serves as an energetic psalm
Kneeling on frozen bed he is seen float,
On blocks chiselled by the sun, on the ore of water crystals

Baptized in a glacial lake,
Initiated into the utopia
With the delta-isle of the glacier world
Arched in the periphery
A wintry rite of coronation
With the wind as poet
Fetters this hermit
In its universality

Where Ice hulks grow every second and minute
The monarch of the Arctic Kingdom lies proud
In the end his barren realm seems to prevail
Over the fumbling revolt of the livid sun

Ur Vincis ide vA¤cktes tidernas universalgeni
Med pensel i handen, men paletten i sinnets sal
Studerade allt fran faglars lyftkraft till vattnets
rA¶relseenergi,
En fackelbA¤rare av renA¤ssansens mA¤nniskoideal

Varje penseldrag vA¤gdes pa guldvag,
Landskap efter landskap manades fram
Men A¤ven missnA¶jet i hans kritiska hag
FA¶rgrenades fran denna stam

Han smakade kunskapstA¶rsten som lag begraven,
En torka som ej kunde slA¤ckas av vA¤rldshaven

Hans tankar vA¤xte sig hA¶ga likt tinnar och torn,
I konstnA¤rlig anarki,
I experimenterande alkemi,
FA¶r att stiga med vingat maskineri
HA¶gt over tinnar och torn

Naturen var livets encyklopedi,
Dess bilder befA¤ste hans teser
Fran mekanik till organisk anatomi,
Landet emellan? Genialiska synteser!

Studier i konst och arkitektur
Optic, geologi och botanikens hela A¤tt
Men perfektionen blev till sist en bur,
Och han kunde ej ens fA¤rdigstA¤lla ett enda portrA¤tt

Ty nyfikenhet var hela hans vision
Och finna outforskade grenar
Att fA¤rdigstA¤lla var att avsluta sin progression,
Och sA¤lla sig till statiska stenar

[English translation:]

THE PERFECTIONIST

From the den of Vinci the greatest polymath of all time was awoken
With a brush in the hand, but the palette in the hall of mind
Studied everything from the lift force of birds to the kinetic energy of water,
A torch bearer of the Renaissance's human ideals

Every brushstroke was weighed on golden scales,
Landscape after landscape was urge forth
But also the dissatisfaction in his critical mind
Was branched off from this stem

He tasted the thirst for knowledge which lay buried,
A drought which could not be quenched by the oceans

His thoughts grew high like pinnacles and towers,
In artistic anarchy,
In experimenting alchemy,
To rise with winged machinery
High over pinnacles and towers

Nature was Life's encyclopedia,
Its images proved his thesises
From mechanics to organic chemistry
The land in between? Brilliant synthesises!

Studies in art and architecture
Optics, geology and the whole family of botany
But the perfectionism eventually became a cage,
And he could not even complete a single portrait

For curiosity was his whole vision
And to find unexplored branches
To complete was to finish his progression,
And to join static stones

Ett varregn seglar fram och sprider sin vA¤ta
A–ver marken, som tA¤nd av tidens laga
I denna lA¤ngtans trakt har ljusdroppar bA¶rjat flA¤ta
SommarvA¤ven som ivrigt vill atertaga

Livskraftens gatfullhet
Spirar I vA¤xandets vard
TA¤mjd av jordens fruktbarhet,
Ett myller fA¶renas I ett ackord
Livskraftens gatfullhet
Andas i stillhet och storm
I ett kretslopp byggt mot evighet
Likt spruckna droppars aterskapade form

I en tid nA¤r varje frA¶ vA¤cks fA¶r sin resa
Ur sin kapslar, fA¶rhemligade men fria
Spridda av vinden fA¶r att betrA¤da glesa
Vidder, som de har kommit fA¶r att befria

Ur vintrig skepnad hA¶js vA¤rlden nyansrikt
Och varens skira grA¶nska fA¶rst
DA¤r, smA¤ltfloder ljuder orkesterlikt
Och mildrar jordskorpans oA¤ndliga tA¶rst

[English translation:]

SPROUTS AND GERMINATES

A spring rain sails forth and spreads its water
Over the ground, as if lit by the flame of time
In these lands of yearning, drops of light has begun to plait
The web of summer which eagerly wants to return

The mystery of viability
Sprouts in the care of growing
Tamed by the earth's fertility,
A multitude is united in one chord
The mystery of viability
Breathes in stillness and storm
A cycle built towards eternity
Like the recreated form of burst drops

In a time when every seed is awoken for its journey
From their capsules, secret but free
Spread by the wind to tread sparse
Expanses, which they have come to set free

From wintry shape the world raises rich in nuances
And the bright greenery of spring first
There, rivers of melted snow sound like orchestras
And ease the unquenchable thirst of the Earth's crust

Ur medvetandets reflexer
Skapas magnifika salar och modesta rum
Det lilla krymper, det stora vA¤xer,
VA¤xer utanfA¶r universum

DA¤r arstiders utspridda glitterstA¤nk
FA¶renas i varje stjA¤rna
Ty vinterkA¶ld och sommarblA¤nk
Delar samma kA¤rna

Forma handen till en kikare
Riktade den mot mA¶rka vA¤ven
Som tjA¤nar som fantasins berikare
Och din sjA¤l lyfts till mangloben, A¤ven

Om ditt sinne A¤r tyngre A¤n jordens sjA¤lv
Och av fa nyanser rik
Sa dras den till Vintergatans silvriga A¤lv,
Mot hA¶jdernas kosmosaik

En motpol till sjA¤lva tidens rynkor
Virvlar pa himlens svarta hav
Och beglA¤nser hA¤llar some ej rA¤ds sina skrynklor,
Bebodda av vide, mossa och lav

Ljusvagors bA¶ljande karisma
SA¤tter alla skyar I brand
Som trA¤ffar A¶gats prisma
Och fA¶r mig till fA¶rlovade land

Forma handen till en kikare
Riktade den mot mA¶rka vA¤ven
Som tjA¤nar som fantasins berikare
Och din sjA¤l lyfts till mangloben, A¤ven

a€œOm ditt sinne A¤r tyngre A¤n jordens sjA¤lva€�

[English translation:]

COSMOSAIC

From the reflexes of the mind
Magnificent halls and modest rooms are created
The small things shrink, the large things grow
Grow outside the Universe

Where seasons' scattered sprinkles of glitter
Are united in every star
For the cold of winter and the splendour of summer
Share the same core

Form the hand to a telescope
Aim it towards the dark web
Which serves as the enricher of imagination
And your soul is lifted towards the globe of the moon, also

If your mind is heavier than Earth itself
And rich from few nuances
It is drawn to the silvery river of the Milky Way,
Towards the cosmosaic of the heights

An opposite to the wrinkles of time itself
Whirls on the black ocean of the sky
And shines on rocks which are not daunted by their creases,
Inhabited by willow, moss and lichen

The billowing charisma of light waves
Lits all skies ablaze
Which hits the eye's prism
And takes me to promised lands

Form the hand to a telescope
Aim it towards the dark web
Which serves as the enricher of imagination
And your soul is lifted towards the globe of the moon, also

"If your mind is heavier than Earth itself"

En tanke bygger nya mA¶nster,
I tanken ligger vA¤rldsalltet gA¶mt
Den A¶ppnar stA¤ngda portar och fA¶nster
Och fann sin stig i det vi redan glA¶mt

Der fA¶regaende tanken, som bar en historia
Av tA¤nkarverksamhet
UppvA¤ckt sken den av skapandets gloria
Men dA¶md att fA¶rnya sin singularitet
Den brA¶t sig fri, fran sina ursprungstA¶mmar
Och skA¤nkte liv at gangna drA¶mmar
En elektrisk impuls som klarade sin examen:
Att verka bortom den fysiska lekamen

FA¶r var och varenda konklusion
Som lA¤mnar idA©ernas hus
Skapas ett kosmos, en ny sektion
Av funderingar och brus

Som sedan blir till nya ord,
En egen existens
Ord pa ett papper, pa nagons bord
Blir till tankekondens

Som droppar in i dennes liv
Och fA¶rA¤ndrar dennes inkarnation
LA¤gger sedan grunden fA¶r nya initiativ,
Det hA¤r A¤r en tankes evolution
Och i varje sekund som tiden ger
Vidgas dess gesA¤ll
I dess kollektiv blir det fler, allt fler
Som stiger mot skyarnas pall

De brinner till och faller bort
NA¤r uppdraget A¤r slut
Men kan atervA¤ckas fran glA¶mskans fort
Om vi manar dem en minut

Da pralar de i full ornate,
I de klaraste kulA¶rer
Ur hjA¤rnans sal, en frisk sonat
Besjunger dessa aktA¶rer.

Dessa tankar bygger nya mA¶nster,
I tankarna ligger vA¤rldsalltet, gA¶mt
De A¶ppnar stA¤ngda portar och fA¶nster
Men de fann sin stig I det vi redan glA¶mt

[English translation:]

THE TEMPLE OF IDEAS

A thought builds new patterns,
The Universe lies hidden in the thought
It opens closed gates and windows
And found its path in that which we had already forgotten

The previous though, which carried a history
Of activity of thinking
Awoken it shone with the halo of creation
But doomed to renew its singularity

It broke free, from the reins of its origin
And gave life to bygone dreams
An electric impulse which passed its exam:
To work beyond the physical body

For each and every conclusion
That leaves the house of ideas
A cosmos is created, a new section
Of thoughts and noise

Which then turns into new words,
An existance of its own
Words on a paper, on someone's table
Turns into a condensation of thoughts

Which drips into his life
And changes his incarnation
Then makes the foundation for new initiatives,
This is the evolution of a thought
And in every second gifted by Time
Its journeyman is widened
In its collective there become more, yet more
That rise towards the skies' covering

They burn shortly and fall away
When the task is completed
But can be awoken again from the castle of oblivion
If we urge them for a minute

Then they shine in full ornamentation,
In the brightest of colours
From the hall of the brain, a fresh sonata
Extols these actors.

These thoughts build new patterns,
The Universe lies hidden in the thought
It opens closed gates and windows
And found its path in that which we had already forgotten

I en distanserad riktning
FA¶rstA¤rker det bjA¤rta prismat sin vag
En fA¶rtA¤tning som bildar nyansers skiktning,
Det A¤r vattnets och markens dialog

Som talar ut vid fA¤rgernas brott
Se, regnbagen materialiseras
Vattendroppar blir vindbryggan till kosmiska slot
Mer fjA¤rran A¤n molnriket, dA¤r vA¤tan fA¶rdelas

Med ljuset brytning, en lodrA¤t bro
Som tvingar min skugga att lysa
I spA¶klika kulA¶rer som I urgammal tro
Fick varje sjA¤l att frysa
SpektralfA¤rgers rena vA¤sen formas
Och flyktar mot en regnskrudad sky
DA¤r vattnets vidgande aura stormas
Av de energimA¶nster som skapar hela min vy

Och fA¶rkroppsligar alla magiska stunder,
Essensen av harmoni och skA¶nhet
Jag anar den osynliga delen dA¤runder
Guidad av seklers egen erfarenhet

Var hA¤lsad du sjufA¤rgade dynasti
Som lindrar min angest och fA¶rlA¶ser sjA¤lens energi

[English translation:]

THE MYSTERY OF NATURE

In a distant direction
The bright prisma augments its wave
A condensation which forms the stratification of nuances
It is the dialogue between the water and the ground

That speak up where the colours are refracted
Lo, the rainbow materialises
Drops of water become the drawbridge of cosmic castles
More distant than the realm of clouds, where the water is divided

With the light's refraction, a vertical bridge
Which forces my shadow to glow
In ghostly colours which in ancient belief
Made every soul freeze
The pure beings of spectral colours are formed
And flee towards a sky dressed in rain
Where the widening aura of the water is stormed
By the patterns of energy that create my entire view

And embodies all magical moments,
The essence of harmony and beauty
I can barely make out the invisible part below
Guided by centuries' own experience

Hail to you, seven-coloured dynasty
Who ease my anguish and set the energy of the soul free

Kollaps A¤r tillstandet vid alla koordinater
NA¤r ridan gar upp pa naivitetens teater

NA¤r moder jords talamod tryter,
NA¤r mA¤nniskan kvA¤ver hennes blom
Da, vA¤rldsalltets vA¤ldiga kA¶r ryter
Och fA¶rkunnar sin fatala dom

FA¶rdA¤rvets hammare slar med allt tyngre slag
Likt den i kakofonins smedja
DA¤r rA¶ken ligger tA¤t bade natt och dag
Som en atbA¶rd fA¶r att vi smider A¶delA¤ggelsens kedja

Elden spyr ut sitt vildrA¶da sken
Och fA¶rbrA¤nner markens hjA¤rta
Flammor som dansar over mortalitetens scen
Tills allt A¤r fA¶rbrA¤nt och hA¶ljt i svA¤rta

En vidstrA¤ckt A¶ken kryper fram dA¤r det har bA¶ljat ett skimrande hav
Landskapets sjA¤l A¤r fA¶rvA¤nd och sprA¤ckt
Av mA¤nsklig hand skulpteras sa naturens grav
Tills vA¤rlden pryds av kaosets ordensdrA¤kt

Gra A¤r varje fjA¤ril, kall A¤r varje A¤ril
Och skuggor trA¤nger bort ljuset
Skogar har bA¶rjat blA¶da, kvA¤vd A¤r varje grA¶da
Och tA¶mt A¤r visdomskruset

Alla A¤ngar har mist sin forna prakt,
Enfaldighetsharpans strA¤ngar ljuder I denna trakt
DA¤r livlA¶shetens stjA¤rna brinner
Med ett kallt sken som vi aldrig A¶vervinner

[English translation:]

TO BUILD A RUIN

Collapse is the state at all coordinates
When the curtains go up at the theatre of naivety

When Mother Earth's patience runs low,
When man suffocates her blossom
Then, the universe's enormous choir roars
And announces its fatal judgment

The hammer of ruin strikes with increasingly heavy blows
Like the one in the forge of cacophony
Where the smoke lies thick both night and day
As a gesture that we are forging the chain of ruin

Fire spews out its wild red light
And burns the heart of the land
Flames that dance over mortality's scene
Until all is burnt up and covered in blackness

A wide-streched desert creeps forth where once a glimmering sea billowed
The soul of the landscape is warped and cracked
Nature's grave is thus sculptured by human hands
Until the world is adorned by the garb of chaos

Every butterfly is grey, every fireplace is cold
And the shadows force the light away
Forests have begun to bleed, every crop is suffocated
And the cup of wisdom has been emptied

All meadows have lost their former splendour,
The strings of the harp of foolishness resound in this land
Where the star of lifelessness burns
With a cold light which we will never overcome

Under flitens lampa hon A¤ntrade sin scen
FA¶r att fA¤lla masken fran A¤mnen fA¶rdA¶mda
Och bryta fA¶rtrollningen hos dessa stralningsfenomen
Som bor och verkar I det gA¶mda

Med mA¶dans aror pa en obruten ocean
Av omvA¤rldens passivitet
Beseglade hon materialens mystiska karavan
Med vindflA¶jeln pekandes mot osynlig radioaktivitet

Sinnet brann av fA¶rundran och ofA¶rstA¤lld passion
NA¤r mA¶rkret upplystes av isolerat radium
Dock tA¤rde dessa studier som den yttersta erosion
Och lidelsen blev ett lidande I cellernas rum

Uppbyggnad, egenskap och omvandling
A„r orden som ekar i din livshandling

Marie Curie; din ande A¤r fri
Fran ouppfyllda drA¶mmar
Du tog kemi till radiologi
I alfapartiklarnas strA¶mmar
Marie Curie; din strA¤van i
Att fA¶rA¤dla experimentens metoder
Skapade en helt nya akademi
Och du blev dess ledstjA¤rna och mA¶der

[English translation:]

RAYS

Under the lamp of diligence she entered her scene
To make the mask of cursed elements fall
And break the spell over these radiation phenomenons
That live and work concealed

With the oars of toil on an unbroken ocean
Of the passivity of the world around
She sailed the mystic caravan of the materials
With the weather vane pointing towards invisible radioactivity

Her mind burned with fascination and undisguised passion
When the darkness was lit up by isolated radium
Yet these studies consumed like the utmost erosion
And the passion became a suffering in the cells' rooms

Structure, attribute and transformation
Are the words that echo in your life's work

Marie Curie; your spirit is free
From unfulfilled dreams
You took chemistry to radiology
In the currents of alpha particles
Marie Curie; your ambition
To refine the methods of the experiments
Created a completely new academy
And you became its guiding star and mother

a€œTransformera eder till levande Filosofiska Stenara€� a€“ Dorneus

Exoterisk var metoden som blev till kemiska fA¶rgreningar
Pa ytan var malet att transformera kvicksilver till guld,
Men det esoteriska A¤ndamalet: kroppens och sjA¤lens huld

Symbolikens hemvist,
Moder till psykologisk analys
Driven av en ivrig animism,
Att finna de besjA¤lade tingens dialys

Ande och natur der fA¶rlovade helhetstillstandet
Dock har mangen sA¶kt dess skatt och fA¶rlorat fA¶rstandet
Evighetens lycka vilar I cirkulA¤r destillation
Likt Paracelsus tanke som Newton tog som en instruktion

Fran materia till ande, fran tingens trysta sfA¤r
Jag fA¶ljer elementens stigar bortom: nu och hA¤r
FA¶r att finna A¤mnenas hemligheter, i yster reagens
I kemins breda degel och skada gatans essens

Utvecklingsprocessen av prima materia A¤r tA¤nd
Jag vA¤pnar mig mot projektionernas mA¤stare
a€�Tills den merkuriska ormen ligger A¤rrad och brA¤nda€�
Gisslad A¤r illusionernas frestare

Mitt Opus A¤r fullgjort men snart sinar drA¶mmen
Aterskapandet av helheten maste hallas vaken
Den lilla konjunktionen skall vA¤ckas fran dess gA¶mmen
Medvetandets sol slukas av den vinglA¶sa draken

Ur kA¤rlen provA¤de ormen att fly
FA¶r att fA¶rmA¶rka min inre fA¶rsoning
Min ande, som nu skall stiga och gry
Fran logosprincipens boning

[English translation:]

FROM MATTER TO SPIRIT

"Transform yourselves to living Philosofical stones" - Dorneus

Exoteric was the method which turned into chemical branchings
At the surface the goal was to transform mercury to gold,
But the esoteric purpose: the care of the body and the soul

The home of symbolism,
Mother of psychologic analysis
Driven by an eager animism,
To find the dialysis of the animate things

Spirit and nature the promised state of entirety
Yet many has sought its treasure and lost their sanity
The happiness of eternity rests in circular distillation
Like Paracelsus' thought which Newton interpreted as an instruction

From matter to spirit, from the things' silent sphere
I follow the paths of the elements beyond: now and here
To find the secrets of the elements, in frisky reagent
In the wide crucible of chemistry and to behold the essence of the riddle

The evolution process of prima materia is lit
I arm myself against the master of projections
"Until the Mercurian serpent lies scarred and burned"
The tempter of illusions is lashed

My Work is fulfilled but soon the dream runs out
The recreation of the entirety must be kept awake
The tiny conjunction shall be awoken from its hiding places,
The sun of consciousness swallowed by the wingless dragon

From the vessels the serpent tried to escape
To darken my inner reconciliation
My spirit, that now shall ascend away and rise
From the dwelling of the logos principle

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[English translation:]

WHAT THE BREATH OF THE EVENING WIND WISPERS