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Sho, vi rappar fett i orten
Skjuter glock hela dagen
Röker skit när vi står i porten
Aina kommer och vi försvarar
50 grisar döda innan vi är klara
Ut på fet massaker, AK o glockar
När vi festar, hela orten shockas
Vi pimpar och dealar roliga saker
När vi behöver cash vi bara tar dem
O guzzar i massor överallt vi får
Roligt i grupp vi lämnar inga spår
Ute hooden råder ett ständigt krig
Vi slåss för vår kultur o för våra liv
Social och aina inte bråka med oss
Slutar illa och ni matas med glock

Jag är trött och behöver vila
Varför ibland man får lida?
Går ut bland folk på stan
Önskar bara det vore på dan
Är slö och orkar med så lite
Ändå är jag inte trött på livet
Ibland händer det något kul
Men slutar ibland med strul
Tack och lov allt inte är illa
Sen är jag trött och får vila

Världen är stor nästan som en sorts glob
Har sett ganska mycket men inte sett nog
I länder jag varit på en sorts semester
Fast när det gäller resande ligger jag efter
I Sverige uppehåller jag mig såklart mest
Senaste trippen till utlandet var ingen fest
Besökte en stor stad som ligger nära
Saker jag i en påse fick med mig bära
Gick på krogen drack öl med låg alkohol
Sen blev det att åka hem igen med ett tåg

Dagen har försvunnit i ett töcken av kvällningens luddiga obskyritet. Kvällen dränks i ett annat ljus som glimmar reflekterat i mörka rutor. Folk som ännu är ute rör sig snabbt förbi som om de ska någonstans. Det ska de kanske men ingen yppar sin intention under dessa sena timmar. Snart är inga ensamma vandrare kvar under mörka skyar och tystnad råder. Nu är det riktigt sent... Natten har kommit och alla sover.

There is an ultimate answer hidden somewhere
But drenched in mysteries questions are there
Everlasting feelings that echo and then are gone
Sometimes I do wonder if I in this world belong

Everything is so familiar
But also strange
All is like it used to be
But it has changed
Somewhere I can find
Something like a home
A place I can be
Where I'm not alone

Sometimes speak for a little while
Call on the coming of night, child
Under skies with shimmering stars
So high up but it doesn't seem far

Cry tears for those winter nights
Tears that freeze and turn to ice
For good or ill winter seems gone
The wait for summer won't be long
And on everyone light shines down

You're like a doll
Not really real
But I can see you
I can touch and feel
But so fleeting it seemed
Our time together
Was almost like a dream

I have managed to return home even though it was a perilous night journey through deceptively empty streets. They have not seen me I hope but who are they? They who are after me of course! They who monitor and follow me wherever I go. The inconspicuous stranger with a hat on the street corner pretending to read a newspaper, but then he looks up. Of course he does, since it's his job to watch me. This infernal cult that has been haunting me since that fateful day. At least I believe it is a cult. What else would it be?

You probably think me mad I know, but I can assure you that is not the case. It started some time ago when I got involved in things I perhaps shouldn't have. I have a weakness, you see. I'm curious... I also have a penchant for the odd and mysterious. These qualities have lead to involvement in inappropriate things, and now even worse I fear.

My friend lives in the countryside and I only see him when he has reason to visit London. This happens fairly often though, since he like me is a collector of books. What books you ask? Books of every kind in my case but for him mostly odd and curious books. Old and dusty books written in some antiquity so long ago it does no good for the mind to contemplate it.

This time he called me and was very excited about his latest find. An ancient and ill rumored tome that hitherto had existed only as whispers of an unhealthy imagination.
That's why I at first took his claim of having obtained this ancient and ill-fated manuscript as some kind of jest. As things was about to turn out I would almost have wished it was...

That sordid and best forgotten tome of nameless rites, hideous gods and secret, ancient blasphemies out of an unspeakably ancient past. He had it alright and I hardly could believe even though I saw it myself.

Leather-bound, it held with in its unholy pages secrets it's not good for humans to know. Even without opening the accursed volume, one could tell this was no ordinary old book.

Fraught with apprehension I watched as my friend opened the accursed thing. What I saw I wish I could unsee. Just the perversely well drawn illustrations hint of things, beings and barbarous rites of an ancient and sinister quality. The text written in some form of Latin and words from languages so ancient few would comprehend them today. Names of ancient deities best not uttered by those who want to keep their very sanity and lives safe.

In the place I stayed at the time we tried to decipher passages from the book, by a desk under lamplight that seemed insufficient. I know it sounds silly to a man of rationality, but it felt like peering into an vault of horrid and perverse things hailing from an unspeakably ancient past. A time when different stars aligned above the earth, and older now forgotten gods held sway over the poor human slaves that walked the young earth.

Late into the night we worked with translating and decoding parts of this long-lost work of utmost antiquity. Though hinted about in rumors throughout the centuries, this unholy tome of forgotten lore was believed to not exist. It's last owner was said to have gone mad before being ripped apart by unseen forces. It was also believed to hold such power it could cause the end of the world, or the entire universe. Such a book surely could not inhabit this world of seeming rationality... Yet here it was.