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Here we are with a track for all of those who for some reason might think that ElviraMadigan isn't as versatile as I make her up to be. This song has no "black metal" vocals at all but feature only clean vocals. Even though clean vocals have been an issue every now and then even in the very first recordings I've done for this project - this song is the first to have this much collectively. When recorded in the spring of 2000 it was almost twice as long. It had a middle section which was rather heavy and an ending section just as mellow as the beginning. In wrapping up the final recordings for the CD I suddenly found that the song would be much more interesting if cut in half and only consisting of a "ballad". It might sound drastic, but many times this is the case in a song. The first version is often quite different from the finished product which ends up on the album. I also remember getting a fingercut so deep during this songs recordingsessions that I was enabled to play guitar for one month! Being a ballad it showcases a more "lovelorn" story telling a typical folklorish tale of how a stranger from nowhere is embraced by a small village and manages to seduce every woman there is. As time passses and as every girl, woman and widow has given their bodies to this seductive stranger crops begin to fail. The men are all helpless to this man who of course is... the devil. How the story ends is however not included. Maybe they all starve to death while indulging in the pleasures of the flesh? Perhaps a typical folklorish tale of Christian proportions but... what the heck! It felt nice to write it. |
 Hon låter gräset spira kring hennes ben Där hon ligger våt i solens sken Där i gräset så fager och ung Hon ler och undrar över tiden hon ligger här Men när tiden är knapp Och hon är trött och matt Och bredvid ligger han Men dom säger ingenting Han är främling i byn Och ingen vet vem han är Han kom från ingenstans Han förför varje dotter, varje änka, varje fru Ingen kvinna kan sig värja, trånar, Väntar på sin tur Sen den dagen då han kom släpptes djävulen så lös Han får varje flickas gunst han belägrar varje tös Sedan ondskan kom till byn Blir den skörd av allt dom sår Med tårar svett och på kvinnorygg bara mindre år för år Varje man mäter sig kraftlös Mot hans skönhet och hans makt Kan blott hjälplöst skåda stoltheten Som ledes bort till slakt |
 She lets the grass caress her legs There, where she lies wet in the sun There in the grass so fair and young She smiles and contemplates Over the moment of which she lies here But when time is short And she is tired and weary And beside her lies he But they utter not a word He is a stranger in the village And noone knows who he is He came from nowhere He seduces every daughter Every widow, every wife No woman can keep from yerning Simply waits for their turn Since the day he came The devil was let lose He gets every girls affection He lays with every little lady Since evil came to the village All the crops from what they sow With tears, sweat and upon female back Becomes less each year Every man measures himself matchless To his beauty and his might They can but helplessly watch their pride Being led to the slaughter |
