Remembrance Of Things Past Lyrics

Ved Buens Ende Remembrance Of Things Past

This sweetness that surrounded us, and bled with us...
We touched it, and it smelt far worse than weeds...

I have touched winds...
I have touched sorrows...
(I touched the devil once...)

... And I have touched the past...

It was like the love of thorns, like the beauty of dead summer
But I, the lurker, the carrier of wounds outlived
It
I have left now. (Have I not?)

The thorns embraced us
While resemblance dragged us further down
It burried our minds

None shall outlive this rhyme...