Den värld som icke är [English translation]

Pälle Näver "Outlook" (1)

"mixed poems"

Here the forefathers wrought axe and knife

From the sun-weathered chips of ancient bedrock

And farmed their plot of land

And defended their life

In their austere, heathen fashion

On this ground they stood, looked up from Svea's earth

Glancing toward the sky, they looked at the stars

Here their eyes followed the clouds, felt sun and rain

From the sky they so valued, they safely predicted the weather

I heard that everthing has to go, all shall be destroyed

They say: that which was, it shall be no more

That the things of old have mouldered, only give us trouble

They say: The words of old shall be heard around here no more

You say: it is no longer, everything shall be hidden away

That which once was, I always carry it with me

You say: away with it ! it shall be no more

And this i sing of a world, a world that doesn't exist

Old words you erase, Old songs are eradicated

Yet old and grey wisdom, is still smarter than that

Say: things have really change. But I see it every day

My roots, you will never root them out

Have you listened to the songs

That billow like waves

About the homeland pastures

And budding thickets

A spring morning embraced by the sun

A cabal of liberals, with lazy shitstained hands

Change and alter at their whim

All screaming: Individuality ! I see they collectively agree

They don't understand a thing, no not one bit

• Artist:Ultima Thule
• Album:Trägen vinner