(Intro)
(Verse 1)
Born in the cradle of mist and pine,
Where the echoes of the past intertwine.
Vissefjärda's soil, beneath my feet,
A quiet world where time discreetly sleeps.
(Pre-Chorus)
Cobblestone roads whisper stories untold,
Of fire and frost, of dreams and the cold.
Through the amber haze of the northern light,
I found my heart in the endless night.
(Chorus)
Shadows of the forest, spirits in the stream,
Memories of Vissefjärda woven in a dream.
Through the roots of the earth, through the vast, dark skies,
I carry the essence of where my soul lies.
(Verse 2)
Winters were harsh, yet the summers were kind,
Fields of gold in the fragile sunlight.
The whispers of birches, the rustle of leaves,
A symphony carved in the breath of the breeze.
(Pre-Chorus)
The train tracks hummed of escape and return,
The flames of ambition, the lessons I learned.
In the stillness, I found a restless spark,
A beacon of hope in the endless dark.
(Chorus)
Shadows of the forest, spirits in the stream,
Memories of Vissefjärda woven in a dream.
Through the roots of the earth, through the vast, dark skies,
I carry the essence of where my soul lies.
(Bridge)
The clock tower chimes, a relentless toll,
Marking the passage, the weight on my soul.
Yet every step, every path I stray,
Leads me back to the place where my shadows play.
(Instrumental part, odd time signatures)
(Solo)
(Outro)
Under the stars, where silence speaks,
I hear the call of the roots beneath.
Vissefjärda lives in the marrow of my bones,
A timeless refrain, my eternal home.
(Chorus)
Shadows of the forest, spirits in the stream,
Memories of Vissefjärda woven in a dream.
Through the roots of the earth, through the vast, dark skies,
I carry the essence of where my soul lies.
