High up there I stand in time;

in the green, beautifull and warm,

strong tree crown, in white skies,

surrounded by the beautifull and friendly few.




I'm falling.

(all the way) Down.




High up there I stand in time;

in the top of the worldtrees crone.




From high up there I am falling from time;

down in the bottomless, empty and timeless.




In the fall the trees bark canges form.

Branches and twigs, leaf and nuts,

hurries past me in violent speed.

The roots and the ground approaches.




My time runs away and down to another place.




Inn to death, out from death.

Inn to life, out from life.

Down and across the river.

wich has no source.

Inn to darkness out from darkness.

Inn to the cold and out from the cold.

Through time, out from time;

where the gods smile.




I drink from oblivion's river,

I rudder dry across the sea of hate;

sails with the wind in my back,

to the ending, start and meaning of might.