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• Artiste: Decameron
• Titre: Skábma
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I thought I was travelling through a painful endlessness Lontime blackened stars were on fire I was dead, drifting from darkness to darkness Weightless I travelled through the emptiness Like I was washed overboard from a heavenly ship Naked and torn to pieces driven through stars of fire Life hanged on inside of me like the sun in a blinded eye The world followed in weak sounds The words were lost in echoes So many voices in disguise Some seemed familiar and some spoke forgotten languages Life hanged on inside of me like the sun in a blinded eye The world followed in weak sounds Longer and longer, between my kicking heart and my blood The explanation started to fill me up - a scream higher then the sound of stars, touched my drifting tongue Thin echoes, the silence came to me But you were there in fragments of skin A silent tenderness was driven through me, My fingers separated by light years tried to embrace you Embrace you! I thought I was travelling through a painful endlessness Lontime blackened stars were on fire I was dead, drifting from darkness to darkness Longer and longer between my kicking heart and my blood The explanation started to fill me up - a scream higher then the sound of stars, touched my drifting tongue The journey lasted longer than time itself I was on my way to the final end, looking out into the silence, always listening back to the more and more abstract echoes of my soul