[A Swedish Winter Tale Episode II]


In the middle of nowhere

In the eye of the storm

I can hear raging thunder

And many other clichés

I remember the bird's words

Foreseeing nature's victory

In the grandeur of its multitude

Only but toys are we

(this is meaningless)


Wicked Wind!

In the eye of the storm

I hear the call of magic

Riddles yelling to be solved


The seven paths to Rahahaaz I must walk and forget my fear

For the ones who make this journey will acquire wisdom (and probably an extra beer)


Beyond the secrets one can find hides a decision divine

But will you find the One who pulls the strings?

It isn't the Lord of The Rings, though it would make a brilliant rhyme

The man who finds the answer (will) be our king


Took a nap before going

Visions invaded my dreams

Weird creatures flashing in my mind

They appear, then they disappear

What does that mean?


A sheep with a ball gown

Surrounded by pygmies (Note: Why pygmies?)

A lady and a dormant sponge

(which will surely make sense in a near future)


In the middle of nowhere

In the eye of the storm

May God spare me the way

Leading straight to the Grim Reaper

Seven deadly sins, seven ways to win

Seven holy paths and believe it or not

I stepped in shit

Off to a good start...

Haaaaa!

(Justifying what you've heard,

Anger's knocking at my mind's door)

I can't wait 'til bedtime


Can't wait until bedtime!


The road will be hard, the road will be long

If you don't mind I'd rather postpone my quest

For everything that's been happening so far

It really doesn't make me feel at my best


In the middle of nowhere

In the eye of the storm


The path to Rahahaaz I will walk and forget my fear

But a week before or a week after, that is no great deal


Beyond the secrets one can find hides a decision divine

But will you find the One who pulls the strings?

It isn't the Lord of The Rings, though it would make a brilliant rhyme

The man who finds the answer (will) be our king

But there's no hurry...


To be continued...