"Bruma" lyrics

"Bruma"

These throes, our plight
Bound by mortal sight
Still we think ourselves chainless
These dreams are fast
Our glow will fade and die
Still we think ourselves timeless

Wither
Blind
Before the timeless
Deceived
Totemic idols

We're shadows
Of self
Before the timeless
Eternal
Great unknown

Evig nat
Vi er borte
Evig nat
Vi er væk

These throes, our plight
Bound by mortal sight
Still we think ourselves chainless
These dreams are fast
Our glow will fade and die
Still we think ourselves timeless

Wither
Blind
Before the timeless
Deceived
Totemic idols

We're shadows
Of self
Before the timeless
Eternal
Great unknown

Evig nat
Vi er borte
Evig nat
Vi er væk

Greet the age of all end
Return to substance
Ascend
What is simple will remain
Unshackled, unfeigned

What is simple will remain
Unshackled, unfeigned

These throes, our plight
Bound by mortal sight
Still we think ourselves chainless
These dreams are fast
Our glow will fade and die
Still we think ourselves timeless

Burning free
And bright
Our eyes will see
And die


Writer(s): Frederik Lippert, Holger Rumph Frost, Ken Lund Klejs, Nicolai Busse Bladt, Kim Song Sternkopf
album: "Jord" (2018)
MØL - Jord album cover
Lambda
(Instrumental)
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