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



Remove the tears

And the thrill they give

And melancholy (melancholy)

Will become a burden

Rather than a strength

Devastates me

Divides me



Among gods

I crawl

In a condition

Forced upon me

Freedom a straining thought

Uncomplete



Fling salt in my eyes

So that the inner well

May drain away

And my visit stand visible

Before me

Restless



I realize what I have summoned

Hear the death-conscious moan

The world Monotone is now the nervous one

The world Monotone is now the nervous one