Beautiful, oh web of stars that looms amid the sons of Earth Enfolds me in thine sylvan arms that unity's vehement charms befalls a weary son of Earth
Beautiful, in tears bereaved in sylphlike sadness, left to bleed Bewailed upon a bed of thorns, impaled, a heart, on sorrow's horns A seeker's ode to thee I read My tearful soul thy mourning heed
The stream that leaves thine open wounds; A life-blood licked by hungry hounds No verdant balm to soothe our wounds Wherefore betwixt two worlds I'm torn Ere thralled by sin I'll die - forlorn
This slumbering world of shallow fools may one day clasp the cosmic Hell lest journeymen by Earthen rules bring forth the truth for which Angels fell
To the earth and sky and sea I call that thou may answer me; Father of Nature, of beast and mankind, my soul for thy love, my tears for thy pain ...An Eden in fire, what lives shan't remain
For when I live under a different sky, beneath the ethereal hills the clouds passing by Remember the time of which I cried to be part Remember these words, for they have flown from my heart.
Compositores: Anders Par Friden, Anders Mikael Jivarp, Martin Hans Knut Henriksson (Martin Henriksson), Mikael Bengt Stanne, Niklas Bo Sundin (Niklas Sundin) ECAD: Obra #37760971