Panopticon From Bergen To Jotunheimen
Silent snow falls on the road from Bergen
The night is pale blue and white
The sunlight and the snow
The winding mountains roads
Moss underfoot, below the tree lines
The ancestral spirit of the sacred wild
Where industry is just a hellish dream
A place where time slows
And the old gods can be believed
The lights arise obscured by the Mountain View
The newly frozen stream harassing the vallеy with its cold caress
The wildernеss untouched
The wild unseen
The newly wintered land
The holy death of autumn
Waking from a dream. My body is anywhere
My body is anywhere
But my heart is in the great, wild north
Disappear into the pine
Lurking in shadows and silence
The flickering of the lights fade into the night
The mountain side covered in morning frost
The ghost of fire in the ashes
Autumn is caressed by winter as the sound peers though wood and stone
Descension from this place is my wretched bane
The venom of the machine hell
Of my birth place
How long until I can return to my home unknown
So far away
