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‧₊˚♪𝄞₊˚⊹ keeper of the ledger, woods of ypres

we create in the midst of purpose, to fill our lives with hope and wonder.

but to the keeper of the ledger for the cult of nature your body is just another number.

when nature comes collecting, it doesn't care at all about you.

when nature comes collecting, it doesn't care at all to know you.

when nature comes collecting, it doesn't care to hear your story.

nature comes collecting, and only cares about your body.

‧₊˚♪𝄞₊˚⊹ unter Eis, zeraphine

wir vergessen die Zeit, wenn wir fallen.

wir versinken in ihr.

wir vergessen die Zeit, wenn wir fallen.

wir entrinken unter Eis.

(we forget time when we fall, 

we're sinking in it.

we forget time when we fall, 

we're drowning under ice.)

‧₊˚♪𝄞₊˚⊹ mirror reflection and the hammer reinvention, woods of ypres

cut yourself down to the stem, stand upon level ground again.

tear yourself all the way down, and rebuild yourself in solitude.

when left alone, trees renew themselves.

when left alone, man improves himself as well.

your need for self-reflection is a reflection of you, and a sign of the times.

your use of self-expression is a weapon in the age in which we live.

when you hold the hammer, you are the weapon; smash the mirror for seven years of sacrifice.

when you hold the mirror, you are in reflection; reflect the truth and not the curse of superstition.

‧₊˚♪𝄞₊˚⊹ the ghosts of summer's past, woods of ypres

there is a comfort in longing for something that's gone forever.

it shows how much that something meant to you when it was here

to a person who claims to never having had anything

they can be confronted by the empty space where something once was.

‧₊˚♪𝄞₊˚⊹ disintegration, the cure

now that I know that I'm breaking to pieces,

I'll pull out my heart and I'll  feed it to anyone.

‧₊˚♪𝄞₊˚⊹ ...and I am pining for you, woods of ypres

and I am pining for you, reminded of you all the time.

I'm always pining for you.

what I thought was so unique about you must be common after all,

for I am constantly reminded of you everywhere I go.

what I thought was so extraordinary is common all around the world,

and I am pining for you everywhere I go.

‧₊˚♪𝄞₊˚⊹ everything I touch turns to gold then to coal, woods of ypres

I command so much negativity, my touch drains the life from machinery;

but I feel such powerlessness when I struggle with forgiveness,

yet I don't know my own strength when I destroy everything.

‧₊˚♪𝄞₊˚⊹ take this lonely heart, nothing but thieves

I've got a circle of ink and it's in the palm of my hand,

and I think it will be there for good.

we take a piece of ourselves, we draw a line in the sand,

we say ''don't cross this, or else'' and then we put up a flag.

‧₊˚♪𝄞₊˚⊹ six billion, nothing but thieves

the end is the same for everyone,

should be enough for us to be as one.

‧₊˚♪𝄞₊˚⊹ uçları kırık, vega

dileğini tutmuş, sayar sonsuzdan geri.

yanarken yanakları üşürmüş elleri.

ah, dönebilsen, bakabilsen geri;

unutmuştun, hatırlarsın belki ismini.

yağmurlar yağdığında, biri geçerken yanından ellerine tutunur,

yağmurlar durduğunda biri kaybolur aniden,

bilerek unutulur, unutulur.

‧₊˚♪𝄞₊˚⊹ sensorium, epica

being conscious is a torment.

the more we learn is the less we get.

every answer contains a new quest,

a quest to nonexistence, a journey with no end.

our future has already been wasted by us alone,

and we just let it happen and do not worry at all.

‧₊˚♪𝄞₊˚⊹ shedding the deadwood, woods of ypres

why carry this deadwood with me, when where I'm going there will be living trees?

now close enough to carry it all to the end, but throwing all to the ground instead.

this bundle of deadwood

the pieces they fall

corners indent the soil and accumulate on one another

tumble down and pile up

it awkwardly spills, like myself at a time.

‧₊˚♪𝄞₊˚⊹ silver, woods of ypres

when you're silver, you never come first.

‧₊˚♪𝄞₊˚⊹ siehst du mich?, zeraphine

kein Blick mehr, deine Augen sind zu kalt.

kein Blick mehr.

siehst du mich hier am Tor zu unserer eigenen Wahrheit?

siehst du mich vor der wartenden Erinnerung?

siehst du mich nicht? warum trennst du noch die Wirklichkeiten?

siehst du mich nicht? deine Worte sind so viel mehr als nur ein Traum.

(no more glances, your eyes are too cold.

no more glances.

do you see me here at the gate to our own truth?

do you see me in front of the waiting memory?

don't you see me? why do you still separate the realities?

don't you see me? your words are so much more than just a dream.

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‧₊˚♪𝄞₊˚⊹ fjara, sólstafir

ef ég vinn í þetta eina sinn,

er það samt dauði minn.

trú mín er að allt fari ej vel.

essu er lokið hjá mér.

(if I win this one time,

it will still be the end of me.

my belief that nothing ends well.

this is the end for me.

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‧₊˚♪𝄞₊˚⊹ all is full of love, björk

you'll be taken care of, you'll be given love.

you have to trust it.

maybe not from the sources you have poured yours.

maybe not from the directions you are staring at.

twist your head around.