[Words: A. Looström Music: T. Björn, S. Johansson, A.
Looström]


Percieve an awakening so acquainted
Floating and drifting so absorbing
Not affected by anything nor anyone

Malicious shadows have been chased away
From almond coloured remedy so pure
Engrave prejudice of calm and silence

Premonition for deep mental illness
Vague feelings for the destination
Thaw with sulphur smelling sensation


Significant silence brings rapture
Plateau of glass in shimmering mauve

Wreathed with a stale relic of dust
Plunged in aversion from apathy


Scented of somnolent abstracts
Admission to something so ominous
A twinge from covet submerge

Stigmatize to poisonous unity

An eternity so eternal

Stretch beyond euthanasia
The palace of conjectures
Contains archaic abhorrence

That will truly converge

From the light of the moon and in the deepest of shadows

Strange things take place to shape our faith
The predetermind downfall approaches like an arch-enemy
Read the spiritual alms for the ordinary

For the pitty ones who are drowning
Read them their amen