Remorese and Melankolia

Nikeli
Long live the strange white / Foreign on naked isle, once whole

Norilsk and Nikel, abandoned by God, embraced by Kirim. Vomit smoke and sulfur, drink narcotic sludge. Where have you gone, Angel Mykyle, Pikkiya’s saviour of old? Oh, oh …

In Remorese, deepest sorrow sing
Have a seat and dip your head low
And never will you return to the surface
Let this barstool be your resting place

It was there the Krim of Old died, there the Krim of New was born. So, too, was I reborn in the deep blackness and coal-dark mines that are the eateries & pleasure-houses of these abandoned, yet blessed places.

Melankolia, soot on the soul
Poor is the meal of
The toothless soup-man
& the bird in flight

nikelio
As bright as her light had flashed, it was now snuffed to darkness / and in Jakko grew also a tumor of cold, black realisation
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Peer, the Civil

Peer, Peer, you are too civil!

The very first Song I ever heard was Krimalainen’s lament upon Livare. And such a Song it was (of sorrow, of Korbu, of sorrow-joy)!

Oh, Majahi, struck by thunder and thunderous applause, you are eternally eternal and actually actual. Oh, Ville, mourn those windows of broken love…

Oh, ohm… Peer! Rest in Srpska…