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Taake Lyrics


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Stormene herjer midvinterstid
Gjoer skogen vond aa ferdes i
For kuldedoeden raar
Over det ganske land
Og skodden er for tjukk
Til aa skimte guds hus
Aldri foer kjente jeg en kulde saa hard
Aldri saa jeg vel et landskap saa doedt
Gud har ingen gaver
For soenn av hoestens Speil
Jeg innser kunsten i min pinsel




Det er vinter i Norge
Og sjelen svartner

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Taake's song "III" describe the harshness of winter in Norway. The storms are raging, making the forest a difficult place to travel through. The cold is so unbearable that even death seems preferable. The fog is so thick that even the house of God cannot be seen. The singer emphasizes the extreme coldness and bleak landscape, which make him feel as though his soul is becoming darker. He acknowledges the pain and suffering he experiences during this harsh season, but finds a strange beauty in it.


The lyrics are intriguing because they are both descriptive and introspective. The writer describes the winter weather in Norway in a vivid and detailed way that is both compelling and terrifying. The cold and darkness he describes are palpable, deepening the listener's experience of the song. However, the lyrics also contain a level of personal reflection that is unusual for this kind of song. The writer is clearly going through a difficult time, but he also sees the beauty in his pain.


Overall, "III" is a haunting song that captures the brooding magnificence of winter in Norway. It's a tribute to the beauty of harsh landscapes and the resilience of those who live in them. Through the lyrics, we get a glimpse into the artist's mind as he navigates the pain and hardship of winter.


Line by Line Meaning

Stormene herjer midvinterstid
The storms rage during mid-winter season


Gjoer skogen vond aa ferdes i
The forest becomes unpleasant to travel in


For kuldedoeden raar
Due to the cold deathly winds


Over det ganske land
All over the land


Og skodden er for tjukk
And the fog is too thick


Til aa skimte guds hus
To even glimpse the house of God


Aldri foer kjente jeg en kulde saa hard
Never before have I felt a cold so harsh


Aldri saa jeg vel et landskap saa doedt
Never have I seen such a dead landscape


Gud har ingen gaver
God has no gifts


For soenn av hoestens Speil
For the son of autumn's mirror


Jeg innser kunsten i min pinsel
I realize the art in my torment


Det er vinter i Norge
It is winter in Norway


Og sjelen svartner
And the soul darkens




Writer(s): hoest

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