[Words: Tor Magne, Music: Tor Magne and Lengsel]    Remove the tears  And the thrill they give  And melancholy (melancholy)  Will become a burden  Rather than a strength  Devastates me  Divides me    Among gods  I crawl  In a condition  Forced upon me  Freedom a straining thought  Uncomplete    Fling salt in my eyes  So that the inner well  May drain away  And my visit stand visible  Before me  Restless    I realize what I have summoned  Hear the death-conscious moan  The world Monotone is now the nervous one  The world Monotone is now the nervous one