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"Varsel" was once the title track for the demo tape (which is now actually the same as this selftitled album "Elvira Madigan"). At first it didn't have the "(del 2)" meaning "(part 2)" added since it initially was a seperate story. But shortly before releasing the first edition of "Blackarts" where this track was to featured as a bonus track, I had been recording songs for the "Wiches..." CD where I had a song that fitted excellently as a "first part" in the storyline of this track. So I "unified" them both making them into two parts. It is rather confusing though that the second part was recorded long before the first, but that's the way it is. Featuring the verse of "Vanhelgedom" as introducing acoustics this semi-ballad with a quite different "spanish" touch in the beginning shows many wonderful melodies and great guitar- (and keyboard!!) solos. One acoustic guitarsolo in particular really shines through at the end! The words are about selling onces soul to the Devil and finally reaching that day when He has come for what is His. The song playes its' part at that long waiting period before the Dark Lord arrives. Quite spooky eh? The song consists entirely of riffs I at the time considered as new. It also contains acoustic parts featured on the successing track. I recall that I had a singing melody on the part where the lyrics goes: "Av fattig börd..." which is really good but I didn't manage to make it sound apropriet with the kind of production I used during this period in time, so I was forced to use screetching vocals instead. But if fate proves to be kind, one day I hope to re-record this track with that kind of vocals in order to provide an alternative version showing how I initially thought the vocals should sound like. |
 Jag skjuter fönsterluckorna dän Och stirrar ut över öppet skär För all den mark jag äger här Ett pris så högt... ...Min egen själ Av fattig börd Men dock ett torparbarn Med blott en önskan Att bli något bättre än sin far Han såg så lätt Vad en liten pojke som jag Så gärna ville ha Och tillräckligt för att sälja min själ Så föddes jag på nytt Jag såg mig om igen Men jag vände aldrig om |
 I push the shutters aside And the gaze out over rocky islets For all the soil I here possess - A price so vast... ...My very own soul Of poor breeding Although a Crofters child With but one simple wish To become somthing greater than his father He saw quite easily What a small boy like me So dearly desired And dearly enough to sell my soul So I was born again I looked around myself once more But I never turned back |
