1. THREE NIGHTS IN THE MEDITERRANEAN SEA

A never told, inner story of myself.
For my darkest trip in my mind's open sea.
Watery nights, with ropes and sails and creatures.
Creatures of the "everything" and "nothing".

From the Spanish shores to the Greek islands.
One of the most terrifying seas of the known world.
With invulnerable pirates who fear the night.
Because the night always bring out the inner world.

I left a life behind me, for i had to feed my needs.
An anxious spirit, among a lazy pair of eyes.
I knew that i would never return.
But i walked ahead i did not care...

And the trip had begun through the deep waters.
Without fear i stood on the wooden prow.
As the wildly waves had crashed onto the vessel.
And me, a pale sailor, crossing the sea.

And on the first night i saw the creatures of the sky.
Flying around me, like shadows, bloodthirsty but fair.
Τhey had been waiting for my failure.
The disastrous moment of my life.

And on the second night i was there upright.
Fighting my thoughts, my waverings, my fears.
And the creatures of the land had come for me.
And swallowed the thoughts, and ate the fears.

And the waters became deeper and unworldly.
And the sky turned black.

On the third night i met myself.
And the creatures of the abyss,
Grabbed me to the bottom. And i am dead.
I am dead. I am dead. I am dead.


2. SVARTESMEDEN OG LUNDAMYRSTROLLET (WINDIR COVER)

Svartesmien budde pao Bjeddla i Saogndal.
Da va dai daga dao ra draiv trdl i adle grende,
Or haug hamra, adle staa i frao, gjore jabnast ubya.
Some hadde tihelde aolmannavegen skremde
Live ao farande flk itte aodaga;
Da felaste ao dissa va Lundemyrstrodle so hildt seg pao
Londamyri midt i tjokkaste bgdi.
Svartesmien aotte ait trllsverd,
Flusi nabne va.
So hende da ain laurdagskveld at han etla seg pao utfer.
Han stelde seg, stakk Flusi i slirao,
Tok ni bakkadn flde vegen haim onde
Londadn dar han hadde myri framfre seg.
Ho skjain blainkte i maonaskjine.
No saog han Londamyrstrdle so laog sov,
Styggjele stort hadde braitt seg midt ut yve myri.
Men dao rann sinne i svartesmien, aotte han makt sverd,
So fekk han no ryna daim bi gjera ende pao uvite.
Darme raiv han Flusi rik staole rett i bringao pao ra.
Dao vakna fodla trdle skvatt opp,
Da vrai seg onde styngjen fraista kvitta seg me sverdet.
"Stikk drag" skraik trdle tainkte fao
Svartesmien ti dra sverde aott seg atte.
"Lat staonda so staind ti maondags" sa smien,
Darme drog han vegen sin viare ti sjs.
No laut trdle ti. Dao Svartesmien for haimatte,
Va ra daudt, so stakk han Flusi i slirao.
Men dao pna ra seg tri porta hiti Lftesnesfjedle,
Utao dai urde krauk ra trdl, smaoe store.
"No e bestn daue, no e bestn daue!" skraik rai.
So kom dai tok Londamyrstrdle mdlo seg drog ra me aover
Fjorn inn igjno ran stste portn.
Dar kvark trdlatye.
Siao lit portadn seg atte,
Fjedle gjymde ra skremlige flgje i faonge sitt.
I laonge tie ittepao ottast flk fara her, helst om kveldadn.
Da blainkte so onderle rao nire pao myri i maonaskjine.
Skrymsledn ryvde seg, ri tyktest hyra trdlaskrik gjno daln.
Kan henda trdli va attekmne.