Lyrics Remembrance of Things Past - Ved Buens Ende

Remembrance of Things Past

This sweetness that surrounded us, and bled with us…
We touched it, and it smelt far worse than weeds…
I have touched winds…
I have touched sorrows…
(I touched the devil once…)
… And I have touched the past…
It was like the love of thorns, like the beauty of dead summer
But I, the lurker, the carrier of wounds outlived
It
I have left now.
(Have I not?)
The thorns embraced us
While resemblance dragged us further down
It burried our minds
None shall outlive this rhyme…