[Words: John Robert, Music: Tor Magne and Lengsel]    Horrific death, you are closing in on me  Circling silently towards the centre of the earth  The rails lead the way, night and day  Black tracks ahead  I keep my eyes on you  Keep you in sight from a distance  And join in the carousel movements  Afraid, awed  Beholding the ghost-like smoke  I grow tired as the weary wheels go round  Feel sick as the smelly smog surrounds me  I droop like snowdrops and wither  Wait for your horrid hands to extend  And touch my white-stained arms of love