| A vessel filled with flowers burning in the bay
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| The giver of life claimed by death so fast
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| String the bow of sorrow for a salute
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| Arrows of eternity, of all the ones I loved
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| So many departures, so many women gone
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| I swim the sea of tears, covered with salt
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| Now I know what it feels like to lose protection
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| Your body is gone, it left me in a hearse
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| It may sound cynical, but this life is mine
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| Life is for the living, that is undeniable
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| When your image is gone, my face will be blue
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| Through time and space, womanity be one
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| You’re no more in the phonebook
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| The statements have been written
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| Goodbye, Norwegian mother
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| The quiver of time is empty
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| SOLEFALD, 15.9.1995
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| La martyren salve sine sår,
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| Solefald
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| Er jeg ditt fiolette fragment?
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| La naturen klage sine år,
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| Solefald
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| Hvem av oss har linsen som blinder?
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| Jeg ante ditt nærvær i min drøm
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| Solefald
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| Så jeg bakom honningens ansikt?
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| Mystikkens fjes forsvinner med deg,
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| Solefald
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| Synker ned i den siste dvale
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| Snu for meg din fatale bane,
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| Solefald
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| Stig fra en heroisk horisont
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| You liked AC/DCs «Hell's Bells «, but Slayer was no stayer:
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| I know how much you hated that Slaytanic Wehrmacht patch
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| In the end, you did set it onto my black denim jacket
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| I picture your afterlife in Freya’s wooden halls
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| Robed in light colours as an Art Nouveau lady
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| You go for walks in the forest of oaks
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| Where bumblebees hum and blackbirds sing
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| Maybe you paint watercolour like you used to
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| Enjoy cake and champagne and immortal youth
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| I will leave you here, where you sat with your parents
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| On the simple wooden staircase
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| Where bumblebees hum and blackbirds sing
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| As the evening breeze sways the firs in the sunset
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| — Solefald |