Humlegården

Let us in, and you will be rewarded
Do not leave us to the whims of spring
Although beauty is found in green
We still seek bread, a roof, and drink

Copper in exchange for a simple board
We are a humble party that has traveled far
Let us rest until the darkness has fled
And we will be on our way at dawn

Wall to light, then each gets a tankard
Emil apologizes for his cluttered home
They talk close to the warm fire
Until evening turns to night and they go to bed

One is taken to dreams quickly
While the second is held in place
By the misty hand in the borders' land
As the cold traces through him from toe to tooth

There, among the leaves in the hop garden
The air stiffens to freezing point
In the breathing sounds close to his friend
He hears without insight, unable to fathom

Horror's avalanche down the mountains of the soul
The need for action and answers, too
Sees nothing but black under the warm skins
He still hears his neighbor and stays in place

Sudden noises from the vine garden
Awaken the sleeper, who continues to listen
Doors and windows slam into the facade
They shiver deeply from what they find

There, among the leaves in the hop garden
Voices leap between the rows
Hidden laughter in the lonely night
Betrays a truth about the wealthy town

Out of the room, a dash to the host
The man is yanked out of his straw bed
Questions creek angrily flow
Driven through horror by the evil beheld

Under the wild hail of inquiries
He arches back as if bound by chains
With broken will and skin marked by nails
He, red-eyed and tear-dripping, opens and gives
They listen to the secret of Emil the Brewer

There, among the leaves in the hop garden
Voices leap between the rows
Hidden laughter in the lonely night
Betrays a truth about the rich town

Watch them break out of stem and root
The young victims of an old blot
In yarns of Hel are Emil's children
Doomed and bound until all is ashes

There, among the leaves in the hops garden
The air stiffens to freezing point
Night of remembrance, to screams from laughter
A mist-en gathering's slave parade

Watch them break out of stem and root
The young victims of an old blot
In yarns of Hel are Emil's children
Doomed and bound until all is ashes