Mrke spaigla mine kjainsle, men da e ait hl i spaiggedl. Ait hl so ikkje enda, akkorat so sakne i sjeli mi. Hle e so sakne i sjeli mi. Sakne e so hle, endelaust... Sakne itte nke inrmt so eg hadde, da eg hadde va lika stort so sakne, inrmt... Eg lika smerte, men eg lika ra igentle ikkje... Eg skrike, men eg skrike igentle ikkje... Eg dyr, men eg dyr igentle ikkje... Eg sakna... F meg e mrke so dagen f deg ri andre. F meg e dagen so mrke f deg ri andre. F meg e skrike so lattern f deg ri andre. F meg e dauen so live f deg ri andre. Dystert da e, tainkja slik, dystert da e, vera slik, dystert da e, liva slik, dystert da e, eg lika ra slik... Dystert e ra dystert ska ra vera. Mrt e ra mrt ska ra vera. Ont e ra ont ska ra vera. Sakne e rar, men da ska rar ikkje vera... Da ain ikkje br gjera e da eg sakna meste, da ain ikkje br saia e da eg sakna meste, du skjnna k eg maina, da e deg eg sakna adle meste... Da eg ha mst ha saora, da vikkje bedra seg me aori. Da ha berra vre ont, sakna ha vre tongt. Smerte, no lika era... Skrik, no skrike eg... Dau, no dyr eg... Sakn, eg sakna reg... Eg dyr fra eg sakna... eg sakna itte dauen.. The darkness mirrors my feelings, but theres a hole in the mirror. A hole that never ends, just like the longing in my soul The hole is like the longing in my soul. The longing is like the hole, endless. The longing after something enormous that I had, What I had was as big as the longing enormous. I like pain, but I dont really like it. I scream, but I dont really scream Im dying, but Im not really dying I miss. Before me is darkness, like the day is before you and the others Before me is the day, like the darkness before you and the others Before me is the scream, like the laughter before you and the others Before me is death, like life is before you and the others Gloomy is it, to think like this, gloomy is it to be like this, Gloomy is it, to live like this, gloomy it is, I like it that way Gloomy is it and gloomy shall it be. Dark is it and dark shall it be. Painful is it and painful shall it be. The longing is the, but that shall not be. What you shall not do is what I miss the most What you shall not say is what I miss the most, you understand what I mean Its you I miss most of all... What Ive lost have hurted, it wont get better as the years go by It has only been painful, and the longing has been heavy Pain, now I like it... Scream, now I scream... Die, now I die... Longing, I miss you... I die because I miss... And I dont miss death The darkness reflect my emotions but there is a hollowness in the reflection A hollowness that does not end just like the longing of my soul The hollowness is like the longing in my soul The longing is like the hole, endless The longing after something tremendous that I had What I had was just as great as the longing enormous I enjoy pain but I dont really like it... I scream but I dont really scream... I die but I dont really die... I long... The dark is for me like the day for you and the others The day is for me like the night for you and the others The scream is for me like laughter for you and the others Death is for me like life for you and the others Dismal it is to think this way Dismal it is to be this way Dismal it is to live this way Dismal it is, I enjoy it this way... Dismal it is and dismal it shall be Dark it is and dark it shall be Evil it is and evil it shall be The longing is there, but it should not be there... What one should not do, I long for the most What one should not say, I long for the most You know what I mean, It is you that I long for the most... What I lost has hurt It will never end It has always been painful And the longing has been hard Pain now I like it... Scream now I scream... Death now I die... Longing I long for you... I die because I long, and I long for death...
eg, da, sakna, longing, dystert