Ad Noctum - Borknagar

Swept in a distant dream, I am bound

As a cunning waver trapped in it’s line

Facing the cold, stuck in the mould

The magma here under makes fire seems cold

And I’ve been down below

And I’ve been high above

From flaring field of fiery formations

The sub dimensions aflame

Like a havoc in black when the force turns back

The surface tears open spills blood from it’s cracks

The cause of the essence sharpen the lines of dimensions

I am raised by the fields, by the highlands

The minded mountains of old

Where the river starts roaring I roam

Where the wind comes moaning I wander alone

AD NOCTUM

The course of the essence sharpen the lines

Of the dimensions I am trembling between

The inner cause of the utter cause

Reflections of the core

The furious nightmare of reckless erosion

Falling and climbing

A loop of convulsion

An eruption of evil takes form (it is I)

What once where shattered is gathered

Stand tall aim towards the night

AD NOCTUM

The course of the essence sharpen the lines

Of the dimensions I am trembling between

The inner cause of the utter cause

Reflections within the core

Fire burn wisdom in me

Wisdom set mind and spirit free

Moonlight show me the mysteries of life

Winternight give me clearsight and storms to fight