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Jesu Død
En skikkelse
lå der på bakken
Så vond
at de
blomster
rundt visnet
En dyster sjel
lå der på bakken
Så kald
at alt
vann ble til
is
En skygge
da falt
over skogen
Da skikkelsens
sjel
visnet
bort
For skikkelsens sjel
var en
skygge
En
skygge
av ondskapens
makt
Februar 1993, Varg Vikernes
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Urds brønn er ikke lenger et dunkelt dyp vi stirrer nedi, men en levende strøm som går befruktende gjennem Nordens land. Ja, mod Tilvaerelsens høieste Syner kan dette Liv nu hæve sig i Udfoldelse af sin Grundkraft og Eiendommelighed, hæve sig til Alfader, der er over Valhal, til ham, til den sande Gud...
(The well of the region is no longer a dark depth, in which we stare, but a living stream, that fertilely flows through the lands of the North. Yes, to the highest visions of essence, this life can now elevate itself into development of it's true power and particularity, elevated to the father of all, who is up high in Valhalla, to him, the true god...)
Johan Sebastian Cammermeyer Welhaven
I wonder how winter will be
With a spring that I shall never see
I wonder how night will be
With a day that I shall never see
I wonder how life will be
With a light I shall never see
I wonder how life will be
With a pain that lasts eternally
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In every night there's a different black
In every night I wish that I was back
To the time when I rode
Through the forests of old
In every winter there's a different cold
In every winter I feel so old
So very old as the night
So very old as the dreadful cold
I wonder how life will be
With a death that I shall never see
I wonder why life must be
A life that lasts eternally
I wonder how life will be
With a death that I shall never see
I wonder why life must be
A life that lasts eternally
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Februar 1993, Varg Vikernes