1. JESTER SCRIPT TRANSFIGURED (IN FLAMES COVER)

Cre-age-aeon
New beginning held in infinite vacuum
Biotronic test-world free of inscription
Devoid of the echoes of man
Noble savage cyborg

In the cold ceremonial perfection
More radiant than the sum of suns
With each and every attribute
Of animal machine and man

Dystopia ElectroHeart
The grotesque and the linear
Took one final giant blow
Into the Ram of
What is us

Installing awaiting the restoration of unsequenced chaos

We've only seen the outlines of the beggining
And this core the slowly moving raptor
Will make the very notion of Hell
Seem celestial in comparison


2. JOTUN (IN FLAMES COVER)

I often dream of huge numb buildings
Jet-black sinister architecture
Being installed when nobody sees
Their appearance so sudden
That few would take notice

And when I wake up
I imagine being crushed by one
Imagining it's weight it's silence
And the absence of excuses for a havoced life
And the priviledge of a 22-kilometer tombstone

Jotun

A body of black
That carried no reflection
Defying it's own room
Un-earthly eggs of decreation

There would be colonies
Mushroom-scattered forever out of context
Rising spores from a dying world
To pollute to chase away what's left

Sun-white pulverised desert stone
And serpentine lizard mouths
Pales away the pyramids
Rewriting 4500 years of history
Raping the statue of liberty
Outplays the acropolis
Inverting the fjords
Invades the N.Y. skyline to
Dream it's own existence in one single final word

Jotun

Can we identify them
As the flint buried in our reptile skulls
Or the time-bomb coded in our DNA


3. ORDINARY STORY (IN FLAMES COVER)

Egoism dictates human relations
A world where fashion outshines morality
Here success is written in blood-red colours
Designed by the thirst for power

Gather the faithful and propose a toast
To the epoch of indifference

An all to ordinary story
With aftertaste so bitter
Forced to be someone I don't want to be
I'm losing myself. sinking deeper down
I'm caught in the world wound web

A time represented by the void
An excuse without content
Stuck in the abyss of existence
With a content void of excuse

An all to ordinary story
This is my story
With an aftertaste so bitter

Sinking deeper down
I'm caught - I'm cage
I'm gone


4. THE QUIET PLACE (IN FLAMES COVER)

Spinning further deeper, I know you're out to try me
I'm not in this, to, be a slave, push the dirt, make me feel
Locate what swallows life night bird you build my world

And then I close my eyes (x2)

Judge me now, used to be afraid to let it show, bow down
A king, in my own mind
Everything's in place, so much brighter from today

Drown the monster, make all bad dreams go away
Whatever it takes to keep your hands free
Open scars, the quiet place
All the bridges fall to the ground, and you say you sacrificed

And then I close my eyes (x2)

Judge me now, used to be afraid to let it show, bow down,
(Bow down), a king, in my own mind
Everything's in place, so much brighter from today
A king, in my own mind

(Judge me now), a king, in my own mind (x2)

Judge me now, used to be afraid to let it show, bow down,
(Bow down), a king in my own mind
Everything's in place, so much brighter from today
A king, in my own mind.


5. GOLIATHS DISARM THEIR DAVIDS (IN FLAMES COVER)

Bible arm on social hell
Spins its downward spiral
With each year of unprogression
A fine of failure is added
Closer than ever to the edge
A feat in resident martyrs
Strong objects track my body,
My body down

Eyes, disappearing rebirth of light...
Between a labrynth of errors
And the key to the suicide era
Digging through the graves of giants
Words fly to me
A lonely road, like a promise
Failing miserably
Running through like an alphabet of hate
To shake the entire organism closer than ever,
Ever to the edge

Eyes, disappearing rebirth of light...
Between a labrynth of errors
And the key to the suicide era

I kill for the code to disarm this mess
Of psychotic chaos that once I mixed up myself

Disarm


6. ONLY FOR THE WEAK (IN FLAMES COVER)

I can't tolerate your sadness
Cause it's me you are drowning
I won't allow any happiness
Cause everytime you laugh, I feel so guilty, I feel so guilty

Am I forced to have any regret
I've become the lie, Beautiful and free
In my righteous own mind
I adore and preach the insanity you gave to me

Sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
No need for sympathy, The misery that is me

I've lost the ability to pain the clouds
Cause it's me you're draining
I'm stuck in this slow-motion dark day
Cause everytime you run, I fall.. Behind, I fall behind

And so I hear my voice again
The tale of the bitter man here I am
Shake the silence and hear what it says
The tranquil pride that become the lie

Sell me to infection, it is only for the weak
No need for sympathy, the misery that is me

Sell me to infection, it is only for the weak
On bleeding knees, I accept my fate


7. ARTIFACTS OF THE BLACK RAIN (IN FLAMES COVER)

Stood there leaning to the city moon,
Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms
The black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque
In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked

Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass
With their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passed
Splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl
Alone, silent warrior in a fantasy world

He cried for night / but night could not come
So, swept in the shroud of misanthropia he went away
And fed the empty galleries
With the artifacts of the black rain
Sunken into the shadows with a dry, sardonic smile

He made the footprints a part of his heart
To rouse a sacred confrontation

Stood there carving on the monument to lies
Digging of the Earth, making friends with the soil
As the all-mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs
He disappears into her cold, icy womb


8. DECEMBER FLOWER (IN FLAMES COVER)

Towards the rich archaic heavens; towards the lack diorama
You are the artist and the texture
That plays with the mantle of the Earth

When the bleakest of powders
Lie rooted to the starched stones
And roots that feed the peaking trees
Embrace the sleeping shores

Archaic pearls of sleep and death
The voice of December losing its breath
And the floweryard of whit and grey is haunted

White as the down of flaking snow,
The heroic emblems of life

Green is the color of my death
As the winter-guise I swoop towards teh ground
Green is the landscape of my sorrowfilled passing

We are In Flames,
Towards the dead archaic heavens
We are the mantle and the texture
The alters the mantle of the Earth


9. FEAR IS THE WEAKNESS (IN FLAMES COVER)

At least you could have tried
It is way past time and we're scattering ashes
You take everything inside, place in me now
You are leaving me with scars

Fear is the weakness in all of us
It's sad to see you go
It's not meant to be easy but you drag us down
Burning of the evidence groans

The same road for far too long
It's not meant to be
We are losing identity
Faith has been denied
Let's not pretend
This is the first time we just don't belong

What world do you perceive ?
Autumn cold, and no one cares for anyone
Waiting for the final blow
Do you have strength at all ?
One more day, then we fade away

Fear is the weakness in all of us
It's sad to see you go
It's not meant to be easy but you drag us down
Burning of the evidence groans

The same road for far too long
It's not meant to be
We are losing identity
Faith has been denied
Let's not pretend
This is the first time we just don't belong here