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"To już apokalipsa?".

Canary Yellow

I have wondered about the language of flowers

And you, elaborate mosaic, greeting me

Gentle, the swamp takes my ankles

On and on we choke on an everlasting

Handsome night

My lover’s blood rushes right through me

Wild, fantastic

Still we think ourselves chainless

These throes, our plight

Bound by mortal sight

Still we think ourselves chainless

These dreams are fast

Our glow will fade and die 

Still we think ourselves timeless

Wither

Blind

Before the timeless

Deceived

Totemic idols

We're shadows 

Of self

Before the timeless

Eternal

Great unknown

Evig nat

Vi er borte

Evig nat

Vi er væk 

These throes, our plight

Bound by mortal sight

Still we think ourselves chainless

These dreams are fast

Our glow will fade and die 

Still we think ourselves timeless

Wither

Blind

Before the timeless

Deceived

Totemic idols

We're shadows

Of self

Before the timeless

Eternal

Great unknown

Evig nat

Vi er borte

Evig nat

Vi er væk 

Greet the age of all end

Return to substance, 

Ascend

What is simple will remain

Unshackled, unfeigned

What is simple will remain

Unshackled, unfeigned

These throes, our plight

Bound by mortal sight

Still we think ourselves chainless

These dreams are fast

Our glow will fade and die 

Still we think ourselves timeless

Burning free 

And bright

Our eyes will see

And die

Lipiec