The wind sweeps before all doors
While I spread my mind
Across the frozen meadows of late autumn
You are invited here
Indelible memories hang
Again in the air, walls, everything
Unchristian winds tear
& brushes Bjørgvin damn cold Portraits & busts
From the shadows scowl
They listen with me
A lonely one howls
A like-minded voice lives & thinks grave
Toward the moon, toward the moon
Raises & lowers seas
Wind in the night whispers
Towards route
Heaven's tears whips
On the muzzle
Around the dark pillars of the trees
Does the storm have no reins
It involves risks
Out there