1. THE ROAD TO BERGEN

Silent snow falls on the road to Bergen. The night is pale blue and white. The coldness of our slumber. It fades as we drive through traitorous mountains and falling snow. Worry in your eyes but you still glow. The cities there feel old and we ache for it to be home.

Wake in the cold morning. The Baltic sang us to sleep. Collapse on the mountain side by firelight. Sleeping in the snow on the road to Bergen.


2. FROM BERGEN TO JOTUNHEIMEN

Silent snow falls on the road from Bergen. The night is pale blue and white. The sunlight and the snow. The winding mountains roads...

Moss underfoot, below the tree lines. The ancestral spirit of the sacred wild
Where industry is just a hellish dream. A place where time slows and the old gods can be believed. The lights arise obscured by the Mountain View
The newly frozen stream harassing the valley with its cold caress
The wilderness untouched. The wild unseen. The newly wintered land. The holy death of autumn. Waking from a dream. My body is anywhere. My body is anywhere but my heart is in the great, wild north.

Disappear into the pine. Lurking in shadows and silence. The flickering of the lights fade into the night. The mountain side covered in morning frost
The ghost of fire in the ashes. Autumn is caressed by winter as the sound peers through wood and stone.

Descension from this place is in my wretched bane. The venom of the machine hell of my birth place. How long until I can return to my home unknown. So far away.


3. THE WHITE MOUNTAIN VIEW

The glow gasps for last breath as the city lights snuff out into sudden death and the electric hum replaced with cricket songs and all foot steps will carry me home to a simplicity where my heart can beat slow where there's no neon glow

In the wild I find a reason and an answer. The temptation of convenience washed away by the thunder storms in June. Modernity frozen by February snow in the glory of the white mountain view

Silence under an endless sky. Through the aeons our minds have wandered (Through wilderness and ourselves. Visioning the possibilities for man's advancements not through acquisition but inner exploration. Not through acquisition but spiritual exploration.

I am a world within a world, perception and possibility. The endless wonder of the wild. Cower before its fury

Step by step into the woods. Leave the world behind. Step by step into the woods
Leave the world alive

A clearing in the woods. Blessed rays shine through. Baldr's fury gives life to new land and all things will grow to replace what was stolen from sacred soil
What is now a dream soon will be a reality.

Welcome the fall. Welcome the end. Welcome collapse as new life will begin.

In the wild I find a reason and an answer. The temptation of convenience washed away by the thunder storms in June. Modernity frozen by February snow in the glory of the white mountain view.

Step by step into the woods. Leave the world behind. Step by step into the woods. Leave the world alive.


4. HAUNTED AMERICA II

Dancing a ghost dance for the slain. Reclaim what was taken!
The infestation of the pale parasite. The foreign footsteps of an evil empire, detrimental. Their treachery knows no bounds. The consequential decay of the natural world. The rape of a proud and righteous nations who lived in harmony with the earth, forests replaced with sky scrapers, lakes replaced with cesspools. Parasites infecting the sacred wild.

Bodies left nameless to rot at wounded knee. Dead babies at their mother's breast: This is your "price of progress". Children stabbed and thrown to the dogs. Children burned alive for christ and the apostles. The genocidal band of the white man's god.

Enslavement. Indoctrination. Bleach the spirit. "Kill the indian save the man". Infanticide. Genocide. Destroy what you'll never understand.

Corpses will never protect their land.

This land is haunted.


5. THE END IS GROWING NEAR

Clear cuts expose the forest floor: the feral indigence of progress. The rape of the natural world: Stripped of her assets, our mother earth: The whore of progress.

The horror of industrial agriculture, the unsustainable assault of enslavement redefined: The earth in the shackles of man. Sedentary slave drivers (to the nomads and the wilderness alike). The bonds are about what you cut away: not about with what you chain us down.

The rotting corpse of our nomadic, tribal nature. Desecrated with harnessed fields and modified seeds. Embrace the urge to bring civilization to it's knees or try and make it succeed: Only to eventually fade (into one more species failed). Unsustainable, unable to succeed. There is sorrow in the seeds. The roots are poisoned and there has always been sorrow in the seeds.


6. A LETTER

I see far back in the past and the man I was. Such shame and regret for all my weakness. I can't believe I cushioned your feet for so long.
Certainly I am not blameless. I have been foolish more often than no, but I am vilified. I've been convicted. Sentenced by your judgement with out crime. So here's my apology for all the horrible things I've thought, but never have done. For the vindication I'll never have... For unwanted battles I never won.

You'll never read this and I don't give a shit. I don't want to hear from any of you again. Fuck your judgement and fuck your beliefs and fuck your values you tried to force on me. So now, let's clear the air and shed some dead weight. You've burdened my shoulders for far too long. I'm letting go before it's too late. Stand on your podium and preach your gospel. I've stopped listening to you. I'm not your stepping stone. I'm not your crutch. And I don't give a fuck what any of you do.
So here's my apology that you'll never read. I'm sorry you hurt your fucking feet walking on me. I'm sorry the sound of my voice burdened your ears. I should have known your own musings were all you wanted to hear. So after years and years and years: it is time to let go.


7. EULOGY

Something that once meant so much to me lies dead beneath the earth. You used to make me feel so alive, but now I look at you and laugh... not for memories past, but how stupid we were to believe this could last.
Why did I fool myself to think that you were any different: we fell just the same into obedience, complicity, and silence. I want to say everything I was, was a lie. But it meant so much, which is why it fucking hurts to say goodbye.

I won't leave flowers for you and in time I'll remember you the way that you were. When I was young and believed in something. When I was young and believed in something. When I was young and believed in nothing. When I was young and believed in nothing. It's so hard to watch your ghost walking around here pretending to be alive. Some of us pretend that you're still here, but in their hearts they know you died.

You died
You lost your simplicity
You died
You lost your honesty
You died
You lost your passion
You died
You lost your reality
You died
The end of an era
You died
The death of community
You died
No need to continue
You died
Because we fucking killed you.