Velg Bort Livet [English translation]

It was black outside, it was night

A blood-sweet shadow out from the wall

Death-predicting light, a bird on a grassy roof

speaks life backwards when night is falling

and a storm is blowing

A filthy wonder

Cold, strong truth

without sun

A refined pain-buzz and bodily wasting

The Devil would love to come into the yard

Thrown head over heals

Withered

Beyond

corpse rickets

Choose death

Eternal cold

Eternal nothing

A last sigh of relief

not to have to live any more

Finally out of the bonds of life

Now a boy can come home

bleeding

• Artist:Taake
• Album:Taake