[Words: A. Looström Music: T. Björn, S. Johansson, A. Looström]



Percieve an awakening so acquainted

Floating and drifting so absorbing

Not affected by anything nor anyone

Malicious shadows have been chased away

From almond coloured remedy so pure

Engrave prejudice of calm and silence

Premonition for deep mental illness

Vague feelings for the destination

Thaw with sulphur smelling sensation



Significant silence brings rapture

Plateau of glass in shimmering mauve

Wreathed with a stale relic of dust

Plunged in aversion from apathy



Scented of somnolent abstracts

Admission to something so ominous

A twinge from covet submerge

Stigmatize to poisonous unity



An eternity so eternal

Stretch beyond euthanasia

The palace of conjectures

Contains archaic abhorrence

That will truly converge



From the light of the moon and in the deepest of shadows

Strange things take place to shape our faith

The predetermind downfall approaches like an arch-enemy

Read the spiritual alms for the ordinary

For the pitty ones who are drowning

Read them their amen