| Jag andas in kall luft | |
| andas ut | |
| luften expanderar inför mig | |
| känner mig försvinna | |
| djupt in i mig själv | |
| expanderar bortom mina egna gränser | |
| in i min eviga förbannelse | |
| det eviga tomrummet | |
| där jag blivit så kall i sinnet | |
| Tankar formas för varje andetag | |
| förryckta ideér om existens uppstår | |
| det har blivit vardag | |
| år för år, tår för tår | |
| knäböjd framför altaret öppnas såren | |
| döda ryttare rider förbi | |
| skuggorna söker vad som finns inuti | |
| medan kalla händer greppar tag | |
| river i mig, plågar, dödar mig | |
| de roper, skriker, kallar på mig | |
| Då kan jag inte annat än skratta | |
| åt vad de inte kan förstå | |
| hur de gör mig till en av de mina | |
| [English translation:] | |
| [With My Breath] | |
| I breathe in cold air | |
| I breathe out | |
| The air expands in me | |
| I feel myself disappear | |
| Deep into myself | |
| Expanding beyond my own limits | |
| Into my immortal curse | |
| The never ending emptiness | |
| Where I’ve become so cold at mind | |
| Thoughts are shaped by every breath | |
| Crazy ideas about existence is created | |
| It has become weekday | |
| Year for year, tear for tear | |
| Kneeling in front of the altar the wounds are opened | |
| Dead riders are passing by | |
| The shadows seeks what’s inside | |
| While cold hands are gripping me | |
| Puling me, tease me, kills me | |
| They scream, calls for me | |
| Then I can’t refrain from laughing | |
| At what they can’t understand | |
| How they are making me one of their own |
| Jag andas in kall luft | |
| andas ut | |
| luften expanderar inf r mig | |
| k nner mig f rsvinna | |
| djupt in i mig sj lv | |
| expanderar bortom mina egna gr nser | |
| in i min eviga f rbannelse | |
| det eviga tomrummet | |
| d r jag blivit s kall i sinnet | |
| Tankar formas f r varje andetag | |
| f rryckta idee r om existens uppst r | |
| det har blivit vardag | |
| r f r r, t r f r t r | |
| kn b jd framf r altaret ppnas s ren | |
| d da ryttare rider f rbi | |
| skuggorna s ker vad som finns inuti | |
| medan kalla h nder greppar tag | |
| river i mig, pl gar, d dar mig | |
| de roper, skriker, kallar p mig | |
| D kan jag inte annat n skratta | |
| t vad de inte kan f rst | |
| hur de g r mig till en av de mina | |
| English translation: | |
| With My Breath | |
| I breathe in cold air | |
| I breathe out | |
| The air expands in me | |
| I feel myself disappear | |
| Deep into myself | |
| Expanding beyond my own limits | |
| Into my immortal curse | |
| The never ending emptiness | |
| Where I' ve become so cold at mind | |
| Thoughts are shaped by every breath | |
| Crazy ideas about existence is created | |
| It has become weekday | |
| Year for year, tear for tear | |
| Kneeling in front of the altar the wounds are opened | |
| Dead riders are passing by | |
| The shadows seeks what' s inside | |
| While cold hands are gripping me | |
| Puling me, tease me, kills me | |
| They scream, calls for me | |
| Then I can' t refrain from laughing | |
| At what they can' t understand | |
| How they are making me one of their own |
| Jag andas in kall luft | |
| andas ut | |
| luften expanderar inf r mig | |
| k nner mig f rsvinna | |
| djupt in i mig sj lv | |
| expanderar bortom mina egna gr nser | |
| in i min eviga f rbannelse | |
| det eviga tomrummet | |
| d r jag blivit s kall i sinnet | |
| Tankar formas f r varje andetag | |
| f rryckta ideé r om existens uppst r | |
| det har blivit vardag | |
| r f r r, t r f r t r | |
| kn b jd framf r altaret ppnas s ren | |
| d da ryttare rider f rbi | |
| skuggorna s ker vad som finns inuti | |
| medan kalla h nder greppar tag | |
| river i mig, pl gar, d dar mig | |
| de roper, skriker, kallar p mig | |
| D kan jag inte annat n skratta | |
| t vad de inte kan f rst | |
| hur de g r mig till en av de mina | |
| English translation: | |
| With My Breath | |
| I breathe in cold air | |
| I breathe out | |
| The air expands in me | |
| I feel myself disappear | |
| Deep into myself | |
| Expanding beyond my own limits | |
| Into my immortal curse | |
| The never ending emptiness | |
| Where I' ve become so cold at mind | |
| Thoughts are shaped by every breath | |
| Crazy ideas about existence is created | |
| It has become weekday | |
| Year for year, tear for tear | |
| Kneeling in front of the altar the wounds are opened | |
| Dead riders are passing by | |
| The shadows seeks what' s inside | |
| While cold hands are gripping me | |
| Puling me, tease me, kills me | |
| They scream, calls for me | |
| Then I can' t refrain from laughing | |
| At what they can' t understand | |
| How they are making me one of their own |
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