Svaermere lyrics

There lives under sorrow and tunnels of teardrops In darkness of beetles and worms A black little beast with chalk white in veins In the deep where the dragons grow old Deep down where the dragons grow old I know that she lives there I often go down At nighttime when high sky is gone We make love between beetles and tickling worms And drink of the dawn ink that dreams are made of Follow the track that the rain leaves on windows When tanglopper jump into midnattens toner She smells light of clay And whistles violent wind words To svirende svævende Sværmere iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Svævende sværmere Svævende sværmere