[Words: Tor Magne, Music: Tor Magne and Lengsel] Remove the tears And the thrill they give And melancholy (melancholy) Will become a burden Rather than a strength Devastates me Divides me Among gods I crawl In a condition Forced upon me Freedom a straining thought Uncomplete Fling salt in my eyes So that the inner well May drain away And my visit stand visible Before me Restless I realize what I have summoned Hear the death-conscious moan The world Monotone is now the nervous one The world Monotone is now the nervous one