Nattramn - A to Z - A Till Ö - Text (lyrics)

Now listen up animals, sisters and brothers
You are born and you are bleeding
In the front walk the kids
And then walk the sick
In the middle tramples women
Lastly walk the men
You are broken, you are sore
You are the future
Generations of executioners
Murky is the fate of the soul
Still clear like glass are the
Alterations of the dead
Death is not aesthetic, not beautiful
Never quiet or slumbering
Perhaps relaxing on the surface
But in the convulsions of the
Depths of your lungs
Hears the sound of a braking train
Together we get closer to the bright eternity
Prepared like a pristine body
Lies the Milky Way and I ask you:
Did you imagine your death this way?