[Words: John Robert, Music: Tor Magne and Lengsel]



Horrific death, you are closing in on me

Circling silently towards the centre of the earth

The rails lead the way, night and day

Black tracks ahead

I keep my eyes on you

Keep you in sight from a distance

And join in the carousel movements

Afraid, awed

Beholding the ghost-like smoke

I grow tired as the weary wheels go round

Feel sick as the smelly smog surrounds me

I droop like snowdrops and wither

Wait for your horrid hands to extend

And touch my white-stained arms of love