Per Yngve Ohlin.

Why is my coffin empty?

I shall aimlessly wonder until it is filled with my bones.

I am ready to join you now Pelle,

but 4 years I must wait.

You are the reason I'm alive,

and soon you shall be the reason I'm dead.

You were too fucking great for this world.

Eternity is worthy of you,

not earth.

Tonight I shall whisper to you as I look to the freezing moon,

and I know you will be listening.

I don't love you Pelle,

'Love' is the most minimalistic word in the English dictionary.

I am you,

I pray to you,

I worship you,

I live and die for you.

You are fucking everything.

Charcoal Night.

Charcoal Night.

The night is charcoal,

it is nothing but grey.

This is the way I like it.

Never shall I sleep so long as the darkness remains.

When Summer arrives I shall hide away,

and when  the leaves begin to fall, I shall awaken.

This night is freezing, I don't ever want morning to come.

There is no such thing as life right now,

only the cold air,

and the loneliest moon.

Maybe the moon and I can relate.

Do not try to save me from the darkness, just let me join it.

You Can Die Now.

You Can Die Now.

There is nothing for you here,

Nothing but vastness and emptiness.

You are barely alive.

This darkness is consuming,

and you will never be free here.

Freedom for you will only come in the grave.

You used to dream, but no more.

Now you live off of nightmares.

You are not human, you were not supposed to be here.

Why the fuck were you born?

You bring nothing but misery to this world.

There is no place for you here.

You can die now.

Leave,

just fucking leave.

Kill yourself.

Ephemeral.

Ephemeral.

I do not exist.

Can somebody take me to the cemetery?

Can somebody please bury me?

This is not happening.

I need to leave this place.

Do not write anything on my tombstone,

I don't want to be remembered,

I was only here for a short time.

I should have died in the womb.

Please bury me, I don't want to be here.

Thank you.