[Music: Sundin, Johansson, Henriksson]

[Words: Sundin]



Still alive

all knowing eye

beneath your stream of words

your rapid stream of words

Though none will

ever live to share

the radiant stream

the promised hues

from which your picture fell



Re-seal the components from atom hearts

Revert, non-owner of worlds



As uncommunication becomes the manifest

our alien, architectural skeletons in unison collapse



Death rode these silent caravans

and steered them to the ?(o/a)?im of the world.



Their diaries and withered letters

all devoted to the art of dying



The enterprise, academy

the crafts held in our hands

all devoted to the art of dying



No room to arrange

the final row of masks

drenched in chameleon-ink

for the grand charade

The tongues that burn in you

the slowly altered language

that colonised your heartland

advanced through broken doors



And they still believe in you



They seem to see

so many things

booked in your pestilent eye

Your stale lids, your iris punctured

by tongues licking a lie



The enterprise, wolvenlore

the cursed seed of man

plunged through the tunnels of uncreation

We reach out to move the landmark,

hands seeping down from the chronicles of time

The quill now blunt

the scribe devoured