เนื้อเพลง Om Regnbagen Materialiserades - Vintersorg

En daggvuren gryningshimmels disiga bud
tjanar som arlaregnets segel.
Till soleld begnistrar dess mantelskrud,
och var droppe bildar en spegel.
Som lankas mot en rymd i bagad strom,
ett draperi som i bjarta kulorer sprakar.
Skankt ifran molnkaravaners purpurdrom,
lika mystisk som modermorkrets drakar.

Vad skedde om skapnaden blevo solid,
en bro over svindeldjupa avgrunder?
Forgrenad vid galaxens gomda lid
och stjarnhimlens brinnande lunder?
Skulle vi ga langs bagen tunn
som vattenreflexerna fogar? (mot jordens grund)
Osa var visdom ur sagans brunn,
forsjunkna i kosmiska skogar? (i en euforisk blund)

Pralande grann
den tunna materian, genomstralas.
I solskensljus den funnit sin sjal,
i vattenrok sitt karl.
Vasenfylld,
av vadrets makt forgylld, nyanser malas.
Diffusa konturer mitt hjarta nar
och fyller ett fjarilslatt begar.

Jag valkomnar dig, sjufargade dynasti.
Som lindrar min angest, min inre elegi.

Pralande grann
den tunna materian, genomstralas.
I solskensljus den funnit sin sjal,
i vattenrok sitt karl.
Vasenfylld,
av vadrets makt forgylld, nyanser malas.
Diffusa konturer mitt hjarta nar
och fyller ett fjarilslatt begar.

[English translation:]

If The Rainbow Materialized

The hazy message of a dewy dawn sky
Serves as the early morning rain's sail
For sun-fire sparks its mantle-dress
And every drop forms a mirror
Which are connected towards a space in arched stream,
A drapery which sparkles in gaudy colours
Gifted from the purple dream of caravans of clouds
As mysterious as the dragons of the mother-darkness

What would happen if the shape became solid,
A bridge over giddy-deep abysses?
Ramified at the hidden slope of the galaxy
And the burning groves of the starry sky?
Would we walk along the thin arch
Which the water reflexes joins? (towards the earth's gound)
Scoop our wisdom from the tale's well,
Absorbed in cosmic forests? (in an euphoric slumber)

Blazingly gaudy
The thin matter, is shone through by rays
In sunshine light it has found its soul,
In water smoke its vessel
Being-filled,
Gilded by the weather's power, nuances are painted
Diffuse contours nourishes my heart
And fills a desire as light as a b*tterfly

I welcome thee, seven-coloured dynasty
Who ease my anguish, my inner elegy

Blazingly gaudy
The thin matter, is is shone through by rays
In sunshine light it has found its soul,
In water smoke its vessel
Being-filled,
Gilded by the weather's power, nuances are painted
Diffuse contours nourishes my heart
And fills a desire as light as a b*tterfly