Morristown [English translation]

One usually never knows when he is coming,

one never knows when he will kill.

The old ones who have seen it some times

they say that he comes when he wants to.

And so one evening he is there,

on the streets of Morristown.

He comes late at night in the pub

which lies in the poor neighborhood.

He always sits at the round table

where no ones else sits.

Then he asks what has happened

recently in Morristown.

He listens and he nods and he plays

with the skull ring on one of his hands.

So he bends carefully and strokes

along the back on his gigantic wolf.

So they go out and are swallowed up

by the fog in Morristown.

And the rumor flies through the city

that the man and his wolf have come there.

One knows before the night meets the day

that someone has been changed into a corpse.

For it is how it usually goes

when he comes in to Morristown.

When the sun's first rays break the night

the police get their directives.

A tortured body is floating in the water,

a murderer has paid with his life.

One bed stands empty at the city's hotel

in the dawn in Morristown.

• Artist:Björn Afzelius
• Album:Riddarna kring runda bordet (1987)