it's always full of missionaries from stavanger. hail shooting star, a greeting from peer gynt.ment and then our light is quenched and we disappear into the void forever. is there no one, no one in the universe, no one in the abyss, no one in heaven? how unspeakably poor the soul can be when it enters the mists and returns to nothing? oh, beautiful earth, don't be angry with me that i charge your sweet grass to no avail. oh, beautiful sun, you squandered your golden light on an empty hut. there was no one within to receive your warmth and comfort. the owner, i know now, was never at home. oh, beautiful earth and beautiful sun, why did you bear my mother and give her light? life is such a terrible price to pay for birth. i want to climb up to the highest peak. i want to see the sun rise once again. i want to gaze until i am tired at the promised land and then let the snows pile over me. and let them write above: "here lies no one." and then afterwards let the world take its course. ♪ oh, christ-- ♪ oh, holy ghost, our souls inspire ♪ ♪ to sing in heavenly choir and praise most gl