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This is the tale of a simple farmer who finds himself to be wedded with a woman who is really everything else but a woman. The story is more or less told objectively and paints the picture of - lets say a latter medieval period with the lush colours of Nordic folklore. The woman of the story is described as an entity of Faery origin like a sprite or a "Wood Woman". It is the tale of bewildering beauty and the force of pure lust. Musically it is an intensive track with lots of interesting stuff. Riffs from pre-Elvira Madigan eras are mixed with new and priorly unused material. After all singing is through the track has approximatly three minutes left and uses that time well by cramming different guitar and synth solos together in complete frenzy. This is a track I wasn't really sure I wanted to include while recording this entire set of songs (and I sure as heck didn't want it to be the first real song on the album/demo). But as I got the final details recorded and after having mixed the song it became a real favourite!. The song can today only be found on the first edition of the album "Blackarts" where it was added to the bonustrack-selection. |
 En Mara i svart för vatten och bröd I Blomsterprakt för en Makes död En fager hud och en ihålig kropp I kvinnfolks skal för ondskans Lott Beslöjad och ljuv - Hon skälver och ler Iförd Djävulens skrud - Döljer det ingen får se En förlorad själ på Helgad Mark Med ryggen kall och täckt av bark En Älva, en ängel I ögonen på bonden ser hon Bytet Hon tog så lätt Som bondens fru Hon sen blir sedd Men jakten slutar inte där För varje man som begär Hennes kött Får dela hennes gunst Som brud Hon står vid mannens sida Väntar tålmodigt tills Nattens vida vingar Sänkas skall - Över gård och Land Och prästens sista ord skola tyna bort Och solens strålar inte längre når Den ljuva Mö som vid sina Make står Så lyftes slöjan Hennes varsamt av Till Hin Håles slav! Med kupor fyllda med Blod Och bordet dukat upp till fest För dom Två Bara Hon och Han inatt... |
 A Harlot in Black for only water and bread In Floral splendour for the Death of a Husband Of fair skin yet with a hollow body In womanly shell for the favour of Evil Enshrouded and fair - She shivers and smiles Clothed in the Devils attire - Covers what no man must see A Lost soul on sacred soil With her back so cold and covered with bark A Faery, an Angel In the Eyes of the farmer She only sees the prey she so easily took As the farmers wife she then will be seen But the hunt does not yet end For every man who covets her flesh Must share her virtue As Bride she stands at the side of this man Waiting patiently for the vast Eternal night To embrace both farm and land And the priests final words shall wither away And the suns rays will no longer reach The fair maiden who at her Husbands side still stands Then the veil shall carefully be lifted To the Evil Ones slave With glasses filled with Blood And the table set for feast Only for them Only for her and her husband tonight |
