Coat of Arms

[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