In Flames

Whoracle Lyrics
Jotun
I often dream of huge numb buildings
jet-black sinister architecture
being installed when nobody sees
Their appearance so sudden
that few would take notice
And when I wake up
I imagine being crushed by one
imagining its weight its silence
and the absence of excuses for a havoced life
and the privilege of a 22-kilometre tombstone
Jotun
A body of black
that carried no reflection
defying its own room
un-earthly eggs of decreation