Does anyone know where I can find the lyrics to Borknagar's "Epic" album?
It is a great album and I would love to have the lyrics for it.
Thanks
It is a great album and I would love to have the lyrics for it.
Thanks
"Epic" lyrics :)
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solefald
Vheissu
Asgeir Mickelson
Alpha male
DragonKeeper said:
Busted... If you like the album so much, please buy the damn CD. If we don't sell albums then we won't get money to record another album. Easy math.
- Asgeir
karpsmom
Member
Alteredmindeath
Wasteland Survivor
Aha! busted! learn how to support the bands you like and buy the cd, how could you not want that cool cd booklet with lyrics, artwork, and all. People that just burn cd's have destroyed some legendary metal bands, like Mercyful Fate due to loss of funds.
By the way, where can I find the lyrics for Empiricism?
I'm having a real hard time reading them from the booklet, since the fonts are so weired...
(Well, I'm totally capable of doing a internett-search on my own, so I don't need it, was just a fun thing to say...)
I'm having a real hard time reading them from the booklet, since the fonts are so weired...
(Well, I'm totally capable of doing a internett-search on my own, so I don't need it, was just a fun thing to say...)
karpsmom
Member
asgeir said:
haha that person above was right...i did lose the booklet
otherwise i would have the lyrics! i didnt think i had to explain the reason beforhand. of course i buy the CDs
...relaxsome people seem to jump to conclusions a little too quickly......meh
Asgeir Mickelson
Alpha male
Hubster
...
DragonKeeper said:haha that person above was right...i did lose the booklet
otherwise i would have the lyrics! i didnt think i had to explain the reason beforhand. of course i buy the CDs
some people seem to jump to conclusions a little too quickly......meh
Honestly, I don't believe you! You know why?
1 - If you have lost it, you would have said it in the start post.
2 - How can you lose the booklet that fast? I mean, if you have bought it you would want the lyrics right away, and you would have em if you bought it.
But that's my opinion..
Tyraz
apprentice of balance
"Buy a new one! Haha!"
Somehow this reminds me of 'Hooker with a penis' by Tool.
"Buy, buy, buy my new record
Buy, buy, Send more money
Fuck you, buddy"
One per head should be enough. And yes, I don't suppose any seriousness in here.
Somehow this reminds me of 'Hooker with a penis' by Tool.
"Buy, buy, buy my new record
Buy, buy, Send more money
Fuck you, buddy"
One per head should be enough. And yes, I don't suppose any seriousness in here.
Asgeir Mickelson
Alpha male
FUTURE REMINISCENCE
The mysteries of a hidden past. Precession of the planetary relations. Cosmology, a linear or circular cast? Restitution of a genuine consciousness. Return to the haven of the first and the last. The everlasting zero, a glimpse of a million. The forever million, yet a ubiquitous presence. Forever a moment of future appearances. Beware, stare towards the horizon new. Sear, tear the sensation of distant propinquity. Through the secret moments I flew. As one among the very few. Restitution – summons the sight. Emancipation – circles in presence. Renunciation – for a new era to enlighten. The everlasting zero, a glimpse of a million. The forever million, yet a ubiquitous presence. Coronate the path of the Gods, the Elder. I am the remnant of the forever origin. I am the soul of every phantom fallen. I am rising as I am falling, silent as calling. "The precise prelude of the cataclysm". Apocalyptic visions of the future fall. The aberrant taste of the conceiving past. As a slave of the next moment of presence. The ones among the very few. Restitution – summons the sight. Emancipation – circles in presence. Renunciation – for a new era bright.
– Lyric by Øystein G. Brun, June 2002 –
TRAVELLER
Existential matters ignite in circulation. A motion to bend, towards the swift end. Encompassing a visionary plead to defend. Liberation of the five senses, the ego phrase. Metamorphosis of perceptual principles. Platonic illumination of Natures' quincunx. Which hemisphere is mine to hold? Traveller of the x-scape, through endomorphism of time. Hybrid existence – through spirituality endures the reality. Traveller of the x-scape, through the gravisphere of wisdom. Hyper potency – the predominant endurance through infinity. The iridescence of the solar glimpse. Through the eyes of Himm and Hippo. Just another sole strike of the sun. A stone in the hand or the thought of it? Traveller of the x-scape, through endomorphism of time. Hybrid existence – through spirituality endures the reality. Traveller of the x-scape, through the gravisphere of wisdom. Hyper potency – the predominant endurance through infinity. Thoughts of a thinker. Infinity of numbers. Numbered thoughts. Thoughts of infinity. "Numbers are the essence of all things and the metaphysical principle of rational order in the universe" (Pythagoras). Liberation of the five senses, the ego phrase. Everlasting metamorphosis of perceptual principles. Traveller of the x-scape, through endomorphism of time. Hybrid existence – through spirituality endures the reality.
– Lyric by Øystein G. Brun, December, 2001 –
ORIGIN
In coherence of the universal clue. The elements served as our dictionary. The vast and the narrow's rendezvous. Where abstraction and the precise momentarily. Shared an equal confounded abode. But soon we entangled ourselves in that maze. Then, nature's stratum began to erode. As our fire burnt soil's face. We suddenly changed our mind's nutrition. To outshine the forces, became our probe. Beauty we turned into perdition (to prove that). – "man is greater than a microbe". We're the voice of thunder and image of lightning. It rove inside us since day one. In past times we tamed the frightening. A heritage leaping, from father to Son. But the Son became imperial. As soon as he mastered gravity. World's resources were immaterial. For his ennobled colony. His urges with chaos reconciled. Throughout land's and ocean's enormous spectrum. The alliance continues until he defeats the fossilized. History, sealed in a petrified museum. But, we can't transform our origin. Atoms stay atoms forever. The senses of Nature will always win. In this earthly endeavour. From quantum theory to rustic haven. The laws of origin control birth. From feeble fool to strong maven. Everyone inherit the earth.
– Lyric by Vintersorg, April, 2003 –
SEALED CHAMBERS OF ELECTRICITY
"The human brain is a tyrannical despot" – Louis-Ferdinan Céline (1894-1961). From the lonely, grey bricks of inaccessible places to the massive stones of a shared foundation. From a Mental clarity of inverted liberation to the intricate web forming ever-changing mazes. Numerically understanding east to west, only to snap in a single contraction. Failing to grasp what all should know best as a perfect circle of interaction. An electrical chamber of vast capacity, storing the pieces gathered by senses, pushing through filters to see if it cleanses anything leaning on intricacy. A matter of movements in a cul-de-sac. A set of sealed chambers – no compromising. Collecting raw data – defeat or attack. Remembering, storing and schematising. An electrical chamber of vast capacity, storing the pieces gathered by senses, forcing trough filters to see if it cleanses anything leaning on vivacity. The mind's electricity clearing the vanity, grasping the world through keyholes of sanity. Numbness in speech – not in visualisation – forms intricacy's silent coronation. An electrical chamber of vast capacity, storing the pieces gathered by senses, opening filters so that nothing cleanses all that is leaning on complexity.
– Lyric by Lars A Nedland, November 2002 –
THE WEIGHT OF WIND (Instrumental)
Through every thought.
On every surface.
Crossing every idea.
Lifting, gentle movements.
A certain direction.
Turning tides, opening skies.
Measuring the weight of wind.
– Lyric by Lars A Nedland, November/December, 2003 –
RESONANCE
Thunderous events below the atmosphere. Hibernate within my fissures. Mind has compressed what it lent from the ear. Like a diamond that sings of external pressure. But this zenith is chased by a curse. That time seems cruel to our memory. Expressive bow strokes in the bodily universe. Soon fade into a monotonous symphony. Like solar flares that reach our plexus. Through the cloud chamber’s web. To vitalise our physiological nexus. But find a battler in our shadow bleb. So we learnt to forget about essentiality. And deny the primal frequency. But its spirit still exists in me. As my existence is its gree. A communication in silence. Like fertility found its mother in fallow. We found our ethics in each other. Organic development was to follow. And intelligence defeated pother. “So, our connection shouldn't be forsaken. The era has come to reawaken. The bond that transmits our brisk relation. Traceable in the surface’s vibrations”. Earthquake: Its stentorian chord. The core’s hollow choir. Fields tremble where Alps aboard. The resonance, that even deletes fire. “My voice is built of this resonance. And the resonance is my voice”.
– Lyric by Vintersorg, June, 2003 –
RELATE (DIALOGUE)
A flat planet in the centre of the universe. Who punctured us? Who thrust the needle into our flesh? Geocentrism came crawling back – licking the needle marks – “Copernicus was never right”, and our world turned as introvert as our minds. Kepler, Copernicus & Galilei suffocating in the vacuum of the microcosms. The inside can wait as long as we’re preoccupied. with shining the facade. We brought this upon ourselves – the connection breach. We cut the rope, we shut the power down. The line does not reach out any more. Diagonal traded for horizontal – there is no up and down. Gathered, trapped, closed into a linear thought. Kepler, Copernicus & Galilei suffocating in the vacuum of the microcosms. The inside can wait as long as we’re preoccupied with shining the facade. Somehow we lost the ancient connection. All perspective eaten by newborn abilities. Entangled no more? – Simplicity the order of absent relations. Complexity a distant relative or a strange rumour. at the mental cost of a black hole. A soft shade of the universe reversed. External feeding on internal until we float aimlessly as hollow satellites. Reflective surfaces mirroring skin, cores diminish slowly and silently. Nourishment torn away, light dimmed to the unrecognisable. Show us your universe and we’ll give you our world – we do not recognise it anyway!
– Lyric by Lars A Nedland, October, 2002 –
CYCLUS
I am soon to reach the pith. My spherical vile so sacred. Engendering the divine fusion. Visions of emerging stars. I am about to stake my stance. Fly above the precluding fence. The cosmic feast I am to gasp. To honour the divine cast. Cyclus – frames the core of the causes. Circle – the way of the forces. Gods, I am here to prevail. End the subsequent existence. The resound of thousand tales. Hear the call, stirring the fall. Reinstate the lurid, lunar existence. The renaissance of primal founders. Stamina, the retrace of revival. Synergy of entire universal courses. Energy of the stellar host. Cyclus – frames the core of the causes. Circle – the way of the forces. Gods, I am here to prevail. End the subsequent existence. The resound of thousand tales. Gods, I am here to be and become. Combine the rotating sequence. Trig the fall of the presence. Hear the call, stirring the fall. I am about to stake my stance. Fly above the precluding fence. The cosmic feast I am to gasp. To honour the divine cast.
– Lyric by Øystein G. Brun, November, 2001 –
CIRCLED
Thought formed the earth as earth formed the thought – it flew with the wind as the wind always sought the fire of feat, the soma of motion, producing the sweat that set off the corrosion that made the flesh turn into earth again. So let water drink you as Ophelia did – beloved daughter and cherished sister. Or worship the earth that Pompeii once hid, differing not between vagrant and minister. Take heed to the wind and its soft fingertips and fire’s red thoughts and smouldering lips. So let water drink you as Ophelia did – beloved daughter and cherished sister. Or worship the earth that Pompeii once hid, differing not between vagrant and minister. Sense – will you show me the way to the matter of radiant living, of having to shatter the fundamentals of intoxicant thinking? Opposing the stream, never stirring or blinking, but firmly preserving Sisyphus’ work. The boulder rolls heavily – is it in vain? Deducing the truth again and again. The wind speeds up as the earth turns hard. The mountain swells up but reaps pure disregard from mythology, history and all in between. So let water drink you as Ophelia did – beloved daughter and cherished sister. Or worship the earth that Pompeii once hid, differing not between vagrant and minister.
– Lyric by Lars A Nedland, August, 2002 –
THE INNER OCEAN HYPOTHESIS
Algae and plankton sporadically rinsed up effectively. Seaweed clad naked continents in green veils. From stardust constructions, cells elusively. Rearranged the scenery in numerous scales. A primitive organism, predecessor of mutations. Along the evolutionary ladder, crawled ashore. In water transformed during thousand generations. Then made its debut on the primary acting floor. Still its ensemble accumulates our presence. The expression of oceans lurk inside. The building block, Water, is our essence. We’re like a moving, perpendicular, biological tide. Salt spices blood, sweat and tears. As the bodily recipe’s most essential grain. Due to the wave creator, Heart, pulsation rears. As rivers through what anatomy calls veins. And limestone-white structures hold our marrow. As in marine animals that swim free. (But we’re) separated, through tiny variations along time’s arrow. Unknown to the fetus in the Amniotic Sea. The quintuple man, the five senses division. Add two for the number of world’s oceans. And two hidden gene threads may fulfil that vision. Intuition and instinct create the seven faceted motion. Particles that once streamed astray. Now form the basis in our DNA. Salt spices blood, sweat and tears. As the bodily recipe’s most essential grain. Due to the wave creator, Heart, pulsation rears. As rivers through what anatomy calls veins.
– Lyric by Vintersorg, August, 2002 –
QUINTESSENCE
The principles of the quintessential four. Surrounds the inevitable future lore. Untangle the path of a circular cast. The symbiosis of earth, air, water and fire. Soaked by water, a blinding tear. Nothing to see, nothing to flee. Burnt by fire, the future I sear. Everything I'll see, everything I'll be. Raised by earth, womb of all origin. Nothing to seed, nothing to breed. Exhaled by air, puzzle of gaseous spinning. Everything I'll breathe, everything I'll feed. Midst of the parallax, I mirror the illuminations. Fall, rise and further evolution. Midst of the parallax, the maze of illustrations. Fall, rise and fatal conclusion. The principles of the essential four. Strengthen and bond, the core. Tangles the math of a circular cast. The erosion of earth, air, water and fire. Omnifarious – earth. Omnipresence – air. Omnipotence – water. Omnivorous – fire. Ominous for the omniscient. Soaked by water, a blinding tear. Nothing to see, nothing to flee. Burnt by fire, the future I sear. Everything I'll see, everything I'll be. Raised by earth, womb of all origin. Nothing to seed, nothing to breed. Exhaled by air, puzzle of gaseous spinning. Everything I'll breathe, everything I'll feed.
– Lyric by Øystein G. Brun, January, 2003 –
THE WONDER
Celebration of life in all its forms. The visionary scope of wonders. Confluent and figural scenery. The resilient existence of the past. As a drone of the inevitable progress. The carrier that breach the horizon. I see the winter all summer through. Moments inducing the way and sight. Dark is the astray, as the olden domain. Illumine the wonder new. Spiritual moraine, a phantom brew. The wonder – of the solar/lunar peak. Through the glimpse of moments. Query presence of celestial wisdom. Mirrors the summoning fires igniting. Fires inducing the day and light. I see the winter all summer through. Moments inducing the way and sight. The path I have chosen is the spring of you. A wonder ignites, ahead, towards infinity. Welcome! This song is dedicated to my daughter Oda Ryland Brun. Today I am holding your hand, tomorrow you are holding mine.
– Lyric by Øystein G. Brun, March, 2002 –
The mysteries of a hidden past. Precession of the planetary relations. Cosmology, a linear or circular cast? Restitution of a genuine consciousness. Return to the haven of the first and the last. The everlasting zero, a glimpse of a million. The forever million, yet a ubiquitous presence. Forever a moment of future appearances. Beware, stare towards the horizon new. Sear, tear the sensation of distant propinquity. Through the secret moments I flew. As one among the very few. Restitution – summons the sight. Emancipation – circles in presence. Renunciation – for a new era to enlighten. The everlasting zero, a glimpse of a million. The forever million, yet a ubiquitous presence. Coronate the path of the Gods, the Elder. I am the remnant of the forever origin. I am the soul of every phantom fallen. I am rising as I am falling, silent as calling. "The precise prelude of the cataclysm". Apocalyptic visions of the future fall. The aberrant taste of the conceiving past. As a slave of the next moment of presence. The ones among the very few. Restitution – summons the sight. Emancipation – circles in presence. Renunciation – for a new era bright.
– Lyric by Øystein G. Brun, June 2002 –
TRAVELLER
Existential matters ignite in circulation. A motion to bend, towards the swift end. Encompassing a visionary plead to defend. Liberation of the five senses, the ego phrase. Metamorphosis of perceptual principles. Platonic illumination of Natures' quincunx. Which hemisphere is mine to hold? Traveller of the x-scape, through endomorphism of time. Hybrid existence – through spirituality endures the reality. Traveller of the x-scape, through the gravisphere of wisdom. Hyper potency – the predominant endurance through infinity. The iridescence of the solar glimpse. Through the eyes of Himm and Hippo. Just another sole strike of the sun. A stone in the hand or the thought of it? Traveller of the x-scape, through endomorphism of time. Hybrid existence – through spirituality endures the reality. Traveller of the x-scape, through the gravisphere of wisdom. Hyper potency – the predominant endurance through infinity. Thoughts of a thinker. Infinity of numbers. Numbered thoughts. Thoughts of infinity. "Numbers are the essence of all things and the metaphysical principle of rational order in the universe" (Pythagoras). Liberation of the five senses, the ego phrase. Everlasting metamorphosis of perceptual principles. Traveller of the x-scape, through endomorphism of time. Hybrid existence – through spirituality endures the reality.
– Lyric by Øystein G. Brun, December, 2001 –
ORIGIN
In coherence of the universal clue. The elements served as our dictionary. The vast and the narrow's rendezvous. Where abstraction and the precise momentarily. Shared an equal confounded abode. But soon we entangled ourselves in that maze. Then, nature's stratum began to erode. As our fire burnt soil's face. We suddenly changed our mind's nutrition. To outshine the forces, became our probe. Beauty we turned into perdition (to prove that). – "man is greater than a microbe". We're the voice of thunder and image of lightning. It rove inside us since day one. In past times we tamed the frightening. A heritage leaping, from father to Son. But the Son became imperial. As soon as he mastered gravity. World's resources were immaterial. For his ennobled colony. His urges with chaos reconciled. Throughout land's and ocean's enormous spectrum. The alliance continues until he defeats the fossilized. History, sealed in a petrified museum. But, we can't transform our origin. Atoms stay atoms forever. The senses of Nature will always win. In this earthly endeavour. From quantum theory to rustic haven. The laws of origin control birth. From feeble fool to strong maven. Everyone inherit the earth.
– Lyric by Vintersorg, April, 2003 –
SEALED CHAMBERS OF ELECTRICITY
"The human brain is a tyrannical despot" – Louis-Ferdinan Céline (1894-1961). From the lonely, grey bricks of inaccessible places to the massive stones of a shared foundation. From a Mental clarity of inverted liberation to the intricate web forming ever-changing mazes. Numerically understanding east to west, only to snap in a single contraction. Failing to grasp what all should know best as a perfect circle of interaction. An electrical chamber of vast capacity, storing the pieces gathered by senses, pushing through filters to see if it cleanses anything leaning on intricacy. A matter of movements in a cul-de-sac. A set of sealed chambers – no compromising. Collecting raw data – defeat or attack. Remembering, storing and schematising. An electrical chamber of vast capacity, storing the pieces gathered by senses, forcing trough filters to see if it cleanses anything leaning on vivacity. The mind's electricity clearing the vanity, grasping the world through keyholes of sanity. Numbness in speech – not in visualisation – forms intricacy's silent coronation. An electrical chamber of vast capacity, storing the pieces gathered by senses, opening filters so that nothing cleanses all that is leaning on complexity.
– Lyric by Lars A Nedland, November 2002 –
THE WEIGHT OF WIND (Instrumental)
Through every thought.
On every surface.
Crossing every idea.
Lifting, gentle movements.
A certain direction.
Turning tides, opening skies.
Measuring the weight of wind.
– Lyric by Lars A Nedland, November/December, 2003 –
RESONANCE
Thunderous events below the atmosphere. Hibernate within my fissures. Mind has compressed what it lent from the ear. Like a diamond that sings of external pressure. But this zenith is chased by a curse. That time seems cruel to our memory. Expressive bow strokes in the bodily universe. Soon fade into a monotonous symphony. Like solar flares that reach our plexus. Through the cloud chamber’s web. To vitalise our physiological nexus. But find a battler in our shadow bleb. So we learnt to forget about essentiality. And deny the primal frequency. But its spirit still exists in me. As my existence is its gree. A communication in silence. Like fertility found its mother in fallow. We found our ethics in each other. Organic development was to follow. And intelligence defeated pother. “So, our connection shouldn't be forsaken. The era has come to reawaken. The bond that transmits our brisk relation. Traceable in the surface’s vibrations”. Earthquake: Its stentorian chord. The core’s hollow choir. Fields tremble where Alps aboard. The resonance, that even deletes fire. “My voice is built of this resonance. And the resonance is my voice”.
– Lyric by Vintersorg, June, 2003 –
RELATE (DIALOGUE)
A flat planet in the centre of the universe. Who punctured us? Who thrust the needle into our flesh? Geocentrism came crawling back – licking the needle marks – “Copernicus was never right”, and our world turned as introvert as our minds. Kepler, Copernicus & Galilei suffocating in the vacuum of the microcosms. The inside can wait as long as we’re preoccupied. with shining the facade. We brought this upon ourselves – the connection breach. We cut the rope, we shut the power down. The line does not reach out any more. Diagonal traded for horizontal – there is no up and down. Gathered, trapped, closed into a linear thought. Kepler, Copernicus & Galilei suffocating in the vacuum of the microcosms. The inside can wait as long as we’re preoccupied with shining the facade. Somehow we lost the ancient connection. All perspective eaten by newborn abilities. Entangled no more? – Simplicity the order of absent relations. Complexity a distant relative or a strange rumour. at the mental cost of a black hole. A soft shade of the universe reversed. External feeding on internal until we float aimlessly as hollow satellites. Reflective surfaces mirroring skin, cores diminish slowly and silently. Nourishment torn away, light dimmed to the unrecognisable. Show us your universe and we’ll give you our world – we do not recognise it anyway!
– Lyric by Lars A Nedland, October, 2002 –
CYCLUS
I am soon to reach the pith. My spherical vile so sacred. Engendering the divine fusion. Visions of emerging stars. I am about to stake my stance. Fly above the precluding fence. The cosmic feast I am to gasp. To honour the divine cast. Cyclus – frames the core of the causes. Circle – the way of the forces. Gods, I am here to prevail. End the subsequent existence. The resound of thousand tales. Hear the call, stirring the fall. Reinstate the lurid, lunar existence. The renaissance of primal founders. Stamina, the retrace of revival. Synergy of entire universal courses. Energy of the stellar host. Cyclus – frames the core of the causes. Circle – the way of the forces. Gods, I am here to prevail. End the subsequent existence. The resound of thousand tales. Gods, I am here to be and become. Combine the rotating sequence. Trig the fall of the presence. Hear the call, stirring the fall. I am about to stake my stance. Fly above the precluding fence. The cosmic feast I am to gasp. To honour the divine cast.
– Lyric by Øystein G. Brun, November, 2001 –
CIRCLED
Thought formed the earth as earth formed the thought – it flew with the wind as the wind always sought the fire of feat, the soma of motion, producing the sweat that set off the corrosion that made the flesh turn into earth again. So let water drink you as Ophelia did – beloved daughter and cherished sister. Or worship the earth that Pompeii once hid, differing not between vagrant and minister. Take heed to the wind and its soft fingertips and fire’s red thoughts and smouldering lips. So let water drink you as Ophelia did – beloved daughter and cherished sister. Or worship the earth that Pompeii once hid, differing not between vagrant and minister. Sense – will you show me the way to the matter of radiant living, of having to shatter the fundamentals of intoxicant thinking? Opposing the stream, never stirring or blinking, but firmly preserving Sisyphus’ work. The boulder rolls heavily – is it in vain? Deducing the truth again and again. The wind speeds up as the earth turns hard. The mountain swells up but reaps pure disregard from mythology, history and all in between. So let water drink you as Ophelia did – beloved daughter and cherished sister. Or worship the earth that Pompeii once hid, differing not between vagrant and minister.
– Lyric by Lars A Nedland, August, 2002 –
THE INNER OCEAN HYPOTHESIS
Algae and plankton sporadically rinsed up effectively. Seaweed clad naked continents in green veils. From stardust constructions, cells elusively. Rearranged the scenery in numerous scales. A primitive organism, predecessor of mutations. Along the evolutionary ladder, crawled ashore. In water transformed during thousand generations. Then made its debut on the primary acting floor. Still its ensemble accumulates our presence. The expression of oceans lurk inside. The building block, Water, is our essence. We’re like a moving, perpendicular, biological tide. Salt spices blood, sweat and tears. As the bodily recipe’s most essential grain. Due to the wave creator, Heart, pulsation rears. As rivers through what anatomy calls veins. And limestone-white structures hold our marrow. As in marine animals that swim free. (But we’re) separated, through tiny variations along time’s arrow. Unknown to the fetus in the Amniotic Sea. The quintuple man, the five senses division. Add two for the number of world’s oceans. And two hidden gene threads may fulfil that vision. Intuition and instinct create the seven faceted motion. Particles that once streamed astray. Now form the basis in our DNA. Salt spices blood, sweat and tears. As the bodily recipe’s most essential grain. Due to the wave creator, Heart, pulsation rears. As rivers through what anatomy calls veins.
– Lyric by Vintersorg, August, 2002 –
QUINTESSENCE
The principles of the quintessential four. Surrounds the inevitable future lore. Untangle the path of a circular cast. The symbiosis of earth, air, water and fire. Soaked by water, a blinding tear. Nothing to see, nothing to flee. Burnt by fire, the future I sear. Everything I'll see, everything I'll be. Raised by earth, womb of all origin. Nothing to seed, nothing to breed. Exhaled by air, puzzle of gaseous spinning. Everything I'll breathe, everything I'll feed. Midst of the parallax, I mirror the illuminations. Fall, rise and further evolution. Midst of the parallax, the maze of illustrations. Fall, rise and fatal conclusion. The principles of the essential four. Strengthen and bond, the core. Tangles the math of a circular cast. The erosion of earth, air, water and fire. Omnifarious – earth. Omnipresence – air. Omnipotence – water. Omnivorous – fire. Ominous for the omniscient. Soaked by water, a blinding tear. Nothing to see, nothing to flee. Burnt by fire, the future I sear. Everything I'll see, everything I'll be. Raised by earth, womb of all origin. Nothing to seed, nothing to breed. Exhaled by air, puzzle of gaseous spinning. Everything I'll breathe, everything I'll feed.
– Lyric by Øystein G. Brun, January, 2003 –
THE WONDER
Celebration of life in all its forms. The visionary scope of wonders. Confluent and figural scenery. The resilient existence of the past. As a drone of the inevitable progress. The carrier that breach the horizon. I see the winter all summer through. Moments inducing the way and sight. Dark is the astray, as the olden domain. Illumine the wonder new. Spiritual moraine, a phantom brew. The wonder – of the solar/lunar peak. Through the glimpse of moments. Query presence of celestial wisdom. Mirrors the summoning fires igniting. Fires inducing the day and light. I see the winter all summer through. Moments inducing the way and sight. The path I have chosen is the spring of you. A wonder ignites, ahead, towards infinity. Welcome! This song is dedicated to my daughter Oda Ryland Brun. Today I am holding your hand, tomorrow you are holding mine.
– Lyric by Øystein G. Brun, March, 2002 –
^ honestly, i dont give a flying fuck....Devourer said:
people loose things...its a fact...get over it. im not happy about losing my booklet, but i am still looking for it. i have not given up! but i wanted the lyrics just in case i do not find it.
asgeir: after all that trouble you still posted the lyrics....thanks
cheers
Grandmas Floppy SweaterPuppets
New Metal Member
madu
Member
Haha, sometimes fonts on albums can be a bit evil, I for example couldn't make out the song titles on the The Olden Domain back cover at all, and the font in Ulver's Bergtatt is damn incomprehensible as well.
The Bringer
Member
Devourer said:
I agree.
DragonKeeper: Learn how to use google, try words like "Borknagar" "Epic" "Lyrics"
