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A song that was really called "Svartkonst & Tusenskönor" which means "Blackarts & Daysies". I thought it was nice and poetical but truly hated it after having pressed the first edition of "Blackarts" on my own label. It bugged the hell out of me but when selling CD:s at Sweden Rock Festival in 2001 some kindhearted (by alcohol-) intoxicated fellow Swede misread the title and suddenly I had the perfect replacement. So for the rerelease on "Black Lodge" I took the oportunity to change it once and for all and hopefully erase that past blunder of mine. So there You are! A little secret just popped out! Anyway, when all of Elvira Madigans material was unofficial and unavailable this was the title track for the album now renamed into "Blackarts". It is a quite lengthy song devided into two parts. The first (lets call it "Svartkonst" - meaning "Blackart") is the fast Metal part with lots of vocals. It is almost entirely Speed Metal as for instance the "Chorus" and the main melody where the guitar blasts off with typical "Speed Metal riffing". The second part of the track (lets call that part "Tusenskrönor" meaning "A thousand tall tales") is halfinstrumental with a more progressive rock/metal touch. Speed Metal does tend to sneak into that part rather unsuspectedly though. As mentioned in the Song Facts of "Svartnatt" this album features its' fair share of Dark Art topics and lyrics describing the rites of the occult. This one has a rather twisted ending where the Sacrificial-lamb rises as the very Lord of He who practises the Black Arts and thus makes him doubt his own faith. A side not: With this track I felt I managed at some extent to express what I feel about religious rites in general and the lack of character in those who feels the need to perform rituals in order to confirm their inner beliefs. Be it Christendom, Satanism, Judaism or any other instrument of opression. To go to such lengths as to cut a part of mens genitals off purely for the sake of "traditions" done for several thousand years ago (because people could wash their own pecker!!) and with no justification in todays life whatsoever is basic proof of mans most macabre and foolish nature. Let's say that there is a God, then I am conviced that He couldn't care less whether we dress in a certain way, slaughter our animals in a certain way, or dissect our bodies for no apparent reason. I'm pretty sure He would be satisfied if we just stick to not hurt or killing each other. |
 När skymningen Faller anländer Han För att skörda frukt jag låtit gro i Hans namn En människa vit och blek som elfenben På ett altare skuret ut ur stenen Hård och kall ur Bergets kam Som en sista Gåva till gunst för Hans famn "Låt mig se låt mig känna Din hand i min Med klor som skär djupt i mitt skinn" Vad det rätt väg att ta? Nu när slutet är här Plötsligt tvekar jag - När jag slits isär Mötet är det första i sitt slag Och från och med morgondagen Skall jag leva för Hans synd Men när kåpan Han faller till marken Ser jag kvinnan framför mig Jag låtit dräpa så grymt... ...Hon ser på mig och ler Den fauna jag klätt Hennes nakna kropp med Hänger ännu från Hennes hår Och axlar ner på Hennes bara ben Hon ser på mig och öppnar sen Käften sin likt ett rovdjur törstar efter Livets Vin Av alla synder jag begått Var aldrig någon lika grym som den här För sent förstår jag att jag själv nu fallit offer för min Tro Jag trodde mig ha - Jag trodde mig förstå Den svartkonst jag sår |
 When dusk falls He arrives To harvest fruit I've grown in His name A lady white and pale as ivory On an altar carved out from the rocks hard and cold Out of the edge of the montain As a final gift in favor of His embrace "Let me see let me feel Your hand in mine With claws that tear deep into my skin" Was it the right path to choose? Now that the end is here Suddenly I doubt - When I am torn apart The meeting is the first of its kind And from tomorrow and on, I shall live for His sin But when His cloak falls to the ground I see the woman in front of me The woman I've so cruelly slained... ...She silently stares at me, and then smiles The fauna I've dressed her naked body with Still hangs from her hair and shoulders down Onto her bare legs - She looks at me And then opens her mouth As a beast thirsts for the Wine of Life Of all the sins I've commited No one was ever so cruel as this Too late I realize that I have now Fallen victim to my own faith I thought I had - I thought I understood The Blackart I've sown |
