"TRAPPED WITHIN THE WORDS" 2008:

FORSAKEN (Eddie Risdal / Nina Lundstøl
Forsaken - left alone I am. Tranquillity - embraces my cold being. Morbid thoughts - of eternal suffering. Insanity - is slowly taking control. Existence - (is) the feeling of pain. But no answer - to my wondering why, Trying to breathe - in the vacuum of eerie presence. Realizing - that time doesn't mind at all. Daylight's gone, damage done.Spellbound by my haunted dreams, now it seems, the final hour's closing in. Feel the sin, the temptress' power... Raised among sheeps, black is my colour, my -fate is sealed, shortest straw (has) been given to me. Drift into oblivion, I have lost, you have won. My tomorrow's dead and gone, my life's creation here is done. Left alone, embracing my cold being, eternal suffering is slowly taking control. The feeling of pain to my wondering why, realizing faith is healed, time to kiss this world goodbye. Drift into oblivion, I have lost and you have won, my tomorrow's dead and gone. Time has ceased to treat me right, giving up without a fight, now I kiss this world good night. You're still hanging on, blacking out the part that hurts, you are drowning, but you won't let go. You are blinding yourself, to the cold hard facts of life, someday you're giving up, simply more than you can take.

WORDLESS HISTORY (Frayed Ends)
My entire life's been lived in clouds, in dreams, and in fantasies, where nothing's what it seems. Closed eyes conceal an innocent mystery, lay down to sleep, add this unwritten history. Awakening to angel's whispering voices, my fingers gently loosen from all of my choices. I float along; I drift away; I fly, thruth is wrong; heavens shift within the sky.A soulless song; I drift away and die... And fall back down to a dreamer's earth, to hit the ground of a dream's rebirth. Plant this fertile seed, deep within the dirt, stand and watch it feed, upon the soil's hurt. See it sprout and bloom, grow past the finger drawn line. Within a sunset's womb, I hang on thighly to my new mind. We melt up from the grund, rise up from the ashes. Fall into the sundown, as lighting gently crashes. And I ride it through the winds violent but still waves. As it takes me to all ends; the killers' thrones and prophets' graves. We flash in and out of time, minutes weave with hours. Hanging on to imaginary lines, drawn by subconscious powers. Cultivating brand new life, molding shapes within the air. We culminate; brand new heights, holding infinity within our stare. I put down my heels as we arrive back home,  where everything is real and our location still unknown. Back upon my cloud I roam it's boundaries as the powerless king, a crown of thorns, a staff of fire, with nothing as my everything. A frightened soul conceals an innocent mystery, hide inside myself; write this wordless history... this wordless history...

ATRAPADA EN PESADILLAS (Isadora Cortina)
Cruel despertar De una lágrima añorada Que sin amor No danzará en mí Grita desesperanzas en pesadillas Y canta tristezas de oscuridad Una inocencia que llora Por volver a mí Y que en mi almohada Ahogué bajo dolor Tú mi amor, ¿en donde estás? Si no en mis sueños, en el viento Y llorando pido Que tus dedos toquen mis miedos Sin tu voz no habrá Canto que arrulle a mi corazón Y dormir ya no es soñar En fantasías no puedo vivir Si la realidad lastima Susurrar una razón para alcanzarte Sin desgarrar mi alma

DISCLOSED (Eddie Risdal / Nina Lundstøl)
The art of longing without loss, to welcome night just like the day. I close my eyes the one last time, and hope it all will go away. And there is nothing I can do, but wait and count the tears that fall, don't try to fake what you don't feel, I've lost again, I've tried it all. So afraid to ask for help, and still too weak to be alone. In my dreams at night I ask; how may an angel break my heart? Now my pretense has been disclosed, I try to hide when daylight fade, my heart is way too easy catch, my soul is such an easy trade. And if you see the misery, my eyes reflects the dying hope, to turn the time before all ends, to get my hands on the last rope. I wasted days I wasted nights, I fall asleep I wish I never had woke up. To end these neverending fights, I fall asleep at night and never more wake up. In the shadow of the darkness - I would give my life to see the other side. Bitterness silenced these emotions. I rise above the ones who tried to keep me down.



"GOODBYE REALITY" 2004:

THE LAST GOODBYE (Eddie Risdal)
On this cold november morning I still think of the things you said, I can't say I feel like cheating, though I know that you're mislead. The sound of the last goodbye still wakes me at night, try (to) keep the flame away from the rain in this fading light. Shure I know that I'm not perfect, don't recall that I've claimed to be, (but) now it seems that you no longer have the use of knowing me. The sound of the last goodbye still wakes me at night, try (to) keep the flame away from the rain in this fading light. In the shades of life I find myself crying, the distance is growing, connection is dying. On this cold november morning I still think of the things you said, (but) now it seems that you no longer have the use of knowing me. And then you drifted away, cut the lifeline and vanished (from) my sight. And then you drifted away, slipped away on this cold november night. listen to the dark, the feeling of how it embrace me once again. God to the godless, leading the blind, you mentally shipwrecked, true lies you will find.

MURDERED BY REALITY (Nina Lundstøl, Eddie Risdal)
Sometimes we reach a dead end, sometimes we face the truth, can't spot the point, nor get the sense. These bits of time that stop by; they are the fragments. these moments are your history, they make your life. When your days are dark and your nights are cold, and tomorrow's like a lonely room, I guess you know the reason why? Can you (please) tell the difference between all and nothing, now and then, laughter and crying, since and when? When your days are dark and your nights are cold, and tomorrow's like a lonely room, don't lock the door and hide the key. Let us not live someone else's life, then our own will pass us by. You'd better turn back that handful of time, (oh please) won't you turn back that handful of time. Turn the lights down low, it's gonna take forever tonight. Cross the line to where the dreams get murdered by reality.

"OF MAGIC ILLUSIONS" 2003:

CRASH OF SILENCE (Elin Anita Omholt)
I have been warned, against this maze, a hazard in this century, is this world's haze. Judgement day -enter the gate, let the future take control. There's no victory, in this life's journey, tell me what's the story, there ain't no glory. Judgement day -enter the gate, let the future take control. Playing with death, playing with fire, sensing the breath, of nocturnal desire. What is this place, beneath this glaze? The eternal centre of the twilight zone, a single voice explains the crash of silence. Break free -from my fantasy, run away -from my dreams. Here's the call -from a higher power, here comes hell -from up above. Echoes of thunder -explosion of birth, a sound of destruction -the distance to earth. Where is my shelter -what is the answer? there's no mercy -there's no faith left. This is the moment -this is the end, trapped in this silence -this darkness forever.

FORSAKEN (Eddie Risdal, Nina Lundstøl)
Forsaken - left alone I am. Tranquillity - embraces my cold being. Morbid thoughts - of eternal suffering. Insanity - is slowly taking control. Existence - (is) the feeling of pain. But no answer - to my wondering why, Trying to breathe - in the vacuum of eerie presence. Realizing - that time doesn't mind at all. Daylight's gone, damage done.Spellbound by my haunted dreams, now it seems, the final hour's closing in. Feel the sin, the temptress' power... Raised among sheeps, black is my colour, my -fate is sealed, shortest straw (has) been given to me. Drift into oblivion, I have lost, you have won. My tomorrow's dead and gone, my life's creation here is done. Left alone, embracing my cold being, eternal suffering is slowly taking control. The feeling of pain to my wondering why, realizing faith is healed, time to kiss this world goodbye. Drift into oblivion, I have lost and you have won, my tomorrow's dead and gone. Time has ceased to treat me right, giving up without a fight, now I kiss this world good night. You're still hanging on, blacking out the part that hurts, you are drowning, but you won't let go. You are blinding yourself, to the cold hard facts of life, someday you're giving up, simply more than you can take.

OF MAGIC ILLUSIONS (Tor Arvid Larsen, Børre Iversen)
Riding through the darkest night, everything so strange. Endless, timeless, fearless, behind this illusion. Nothing's what it seems to be, I cannot see my (future) destiny. My life and dreams are shattered, and left alone in tyranny. Dreams of a twisted tale, a terrible vision to behold, and forever gaze into time, feel the bitter tears, time closes near, can it all be true? Endless dreams, love and tragedy, Save us from this magic illusion, time closes near, take me to a different dimension. Dreams of twisted tale, open your eyes, it's true.

SELF-ENSLAVEMENT (Eddie Risdal)
Feels like a nightmare, I'm crawling, I'm falling, there's no way to break out, I'm trying, denying. Escape from myself seems so hopelessly useless, feeling so different, not knowing where I'm going. I have become a slave to myself, a victim of my twisted mind... Turn into someone I don't know, take me to places I don't wanna go. No one sees, no one seems to care, I just know things are getting clear. I'm changing my mind, I change to someone I have never met before. Who am I, please tell me, will I be lunatic from now 'till ever more? I'm changing my mind, turning to someone I don't know, I change to someone I have never met before. Who am I? Wan't you please tell me, will I be a lunatic from now till ever more? Will I Fight myself to keep the sanity, who can say how will tomorrow be?

SEPARATE WORLDS (Nina Lundstøl, Eddie Risdal)
One body, two different souls, fallen too deep into two separate worlds, don't be afraid to hold me tight, don't be afraid to close your eyes. Why do we stand out in the rain, trying to wash away all the anger and pain? Time is so unkind. Screaming, dreaming. There ain't no standing tall -in the shadow of the shame, when everybody knows -I'm a victim of the game. In my mind I see pictures flashing by, and I wonder if it's time for me to say goodbye. Trying to find a reason to fight, but all I can see is myself on a downward flight. I pray my saviour, and beg him to tell, that I'm bound for heaven, released from this spell, for I feel I've done my time in hell. There ain't no light when I'm standing in the shadow at night, I feel the fright when I'm the victim of the game at night. Things haven't changed since I picked up those broken pieces, I can only admit it, I have no future with my past. Why do we stand out in the rain, trying to wash away all the anger and the pain? Don't be afraid to hold me tight, don't be afraid to close your eyes. The big print was the truth, words I didn't understand...

THE SILENT SEASON (Eddie Risdal)
The shadows on the wall, that creeps up from behind. Abandon sanity, (when) it penetrates your mind. Whispers in the night, that makes the heart beat fast. A breath upon your neck, will this minute be your last? Just vague memories of unfinished dreams, in the end maybe nothing's what it seems? A scent of snow in the air, the silent season is approaching. Covers everything under the shining sun, leaves this earth white and pure.

WHEN SENSE DIES (Eddie Risdal, Nina Lundstøl)
It's so quiet here, deep inside myself -let no one in. I loose track sometimes, loose track of time and place -fade into this picture. Fearing, the night, will take me, away, fearing, the dark, will bring me, the end. Sometimes, the fear, poisons, my will, sometimes, the tears, are drowning, the pain. On an autumn's mourn, the mist is hanging low -above the water. All the moments gone, finally reappears -still feeling hollow. Abandon, the ship, when the rats leave. Surrender, yourself, when sense dies. This mask means nothing now... when the soul is naked... I can't move, I can't see, I can only feel the fear of being lost. Embrace you in my mind, pretend that you are mine. Undress you in my mind, pretend that you are... mine! I woke up, hoped the dream had found me, but as I open up my eyes; I realized the search ain't over, that night I looked into your eyes...