Our stories won't be written with ink and mirth
But carved in flesh and the soul of the earth
The whispers of the wind will cease to be
All we hear is the wailing of the oceans plea

If life by the miracle of death will rise again
When our monuments lay in ruins, we're the ones to blame
As the last rays of the dying daylight fade
Remember that our perseverance was in vain

The shrunken corpses of our loved ones are the heirlooms we leave for no one to witness
- Are we the creators of an avoidable end, or are we the parasites that are destined to fail?

A final wish to preserve our memories
One last breath, One last regret
And with this final message to the future we'll never see
A final wish to preserve our memories
Man deserves to die

Crack the ribcage of Gaia
Expose the rot which is us
We poisoned the well a millennia ago
And forced everyone to drink
Now let us drown
Breath in and forget
The fault that which is us
We are the ghosts of the past
Remembered by the few who last

Man deserves to die....

The vines slither skywards, engulfing our tombs of glass
A catholic woodland expanding over our prisons of rust
And you could see the signs, why were we left behind
We have now entered the age of nature's reign
A hatework only death remains

The grand overgrowth reclaiming what was hers
An everlasting emptiness from mankind
Pythogenesis made by human pride
The last fading embers of our time

Laydown the overstayed meaningless bodies
On soil we venerated since the dawn of time
Swallow this unworthy planet
The age of nature's reign

A verdant cataclysm sprouting out life
The echoes roaring throughout the night
Extinguish starlight does mean no new tomorrow
A void is left from this quarry we called home

The grand overgrowth reclaiming what was hers
An everlasting emptiness from mankind
Pythogenesis made by human pride
The last fading embers of our time

The grand overgrowth reclaiming what was hers
An everlasting emptiness from mankind
Pythogenesis made by human pride
The last fading embers of our time

Once we were interwoven with flesh and birch
Recreating hope by unearthing human dirt
But stories passed on swift by the ones who saw
Indifferent twinkles in the night skies maw

A solitude so immense even my shadow died
This vermin-like existence we praised for million nights
Scavenging the last indignity on potter's fields
Urging the end to come, eliminate, delete and uncreate

Earth was our only vessel
Our final message sent into the black unknown
Earth was our only vessel
Our final message like dust turned into stone

Human presence is a lineage of disease
Our abattoir became an open casket funeral
Earth was our only vessel
Our final message sent into the black unknown
Earth was our only vessel
Our final message like dust turned into stone
From nothing we became

My star didn't bring promise and faith
Recreating doubt by celebrating the end
My soul was crushed but I didn't die
I was reborn, I was reborn from the ashes from before
And from malignant soil, no evergreen shall grow
But corruption from failed visionaries
And from my ashes, no life will sprout
But death in memory of the failure of humankind

I return to see the oak of my youth
To see the roots swallow her ossuary
The inlet, the strait and the pristine lake
My world in past, crestfallen days

The ever-swaying fields of perennial growth
Like walking across the rainbow bridge
A deep-rooted melancholy within ourselves
Yet I smile in reminiscence of that old song

Unchangeable zeal
Everlasting strife

My soul is formed
By the hands of gods
My heart is forged
In the heart of stars

My soul will shine
Through every night
My beloved scar
My northern heart

As the midnight sun caresses my complexion
Njord's gentle breath leads the way
Through paths less known and beyond
Again I behold such immaculate sight

With every passing of the gift of seasons
Comes the lights from the ones who passed
Transfixed by their dance of death
Wherein remembrance dwell

Unchangeable zeal
Everlasting strife
My soul is formed
By the hands of gods
My heart is forged
in the heart of stars

My soul will shine
Through every night
My beloved scar
My northern heart

Du bleka höga land av kristall
Ack dina frusna mörka vatten
Med ursinnig köld som min själ har tatt
Jag blöder mig genom natten

Under spirade stjärnbanér, jag är slukad av rymd
Du och jag bär en livstid av sorg som tyngd

Långa äro nätterna mina - jag vilar under döda träd
Blå tunga mörka drömmar, god natt du forna hem
Och du är sjuk, jag är tom
Ja, jag är tom, så jävla tom inuti

Mitt nedärvda vemod från folket bortom solen
Mitt vurm för min hembygd till den yttersta domen
Så min sista gärning i detta korta liv
Deras kroppa skall skändas, statsmaktens svin

Då slocknade hela svenska ätten, då slocknade hela människosläkten
En tystnad klädd i vindens sus, då slocknade världens sista strimma ljus

Så min sista gärning i detta liv, ett bokslut för vår becksvarta tid
Snart slocknar allt som någonsin fanns i förnekelsens blödande dekadans

Efter det absoluta förfallet
Ensamt och kallt ligger där landet
Längst upp på en nattsvart jord
Frostens hemvist i karga Nord

Må jag vittra i fosterjord
Som i en urna med stoftet och askan från oss
Vi var på höjden av våra levnadsår
VI står på branten med flammande dödsdekor
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English translation:

You pale, highlands of crystal
O, your frozen dark waters
With furious cold who took my soul
I bleed through the night

Under sprouted stars, I am devoured by space
You and I, carrying a lifetime of grief as weight

The nights are long - I rest under dead trees
Blue, heavy, dark dreams, good night my former home
And you're sick, I'm empty
Yes, I'm empty, so fucking empty inside

My inherited melancholy from the people beyond the sun
My craze for my homestead to the ultimate judgment
So my last deed in this short life
Their bodies will be desecrated, the powers of state-pigs.

Then the whole Swedish strain went out, then the whole human race went out
A silence clothed in the whistling of the wind,
Then the last streak of light faded to black.

So my last deed in this life, a statement for our pitch black time
Everything that ever existed will soon go out, in the bleeding decadence of denial.

After the absolute decay
The country is lonely and cold
At the top of a blackened earth
The home of frost in the barren North

May I wither in my home soil
Like in an urn with the dust and ashes from all of us
We were at the height of the age of mankind.
Now we stand by the edge of the precipice with the flaming death as backdrop.

A deafening silence
Shrieking without a mouth
A cry without help
The slow drown begins

As if forever drowning without dying
Gasping for air...
Back then a dreamland devoid of noise
But now a nightmare, a void of noise

The burden of life is pulling you down
The resource called life is finite
Twisting and turning and longing to die
Repetition of phrases decay of the mind
Decay of the mind

What was I, is now lost
A reflection of a stranger

It is gone - Wake up in your lonely husk
Back to the soma you despise
This empty defeat, so valiant
An elegy lost in time

Could I explain the beauty of nothingness?
I would sing my song till the end of time
But here I am in a prison without walls
Lead me beyond the sea of fog

Solace and bliss in a lifetime of pain
The autumn leaves starts to molder
Enter the domain of twilight
Monumental loneliness

Withering away, alone and forgotten
This house leveled by desolation
An unmarked grave doomed to obscurity
An elegy lost to timeless winds

Through broken memories and mental draughts
Once a beautiful land made of blood and thoughts
I was taught to believe that Sirius was the way
But on my broken knees I was led astray

And then I saw the gentle touch of humanity

I stood in its glowing shadow
We are the architects of fate
In pure judgment and awe
We burn what we create

And then I saw the gentle touch of humanity
Destroying the future and raping the past
Just to feed our own insanity

Skywards pillars of ruins
Bleeding blind juries of fury
Main lined self-made virus
And then there was silence

A seething undeniable hatred and loss of words
The lines between life and death are blurred
With every new burst of life and convalescence
We have drained our collective souls of its essence

And from soil I came, in iron raised
In resistance, in redemption, non serviam
A pure supernova of life in constant toil
And now I am complete, leaving this mortal coil