The air is getting thin,
a cold breeze go across the dazed lake.
There's a storm brewing and soon it's about to unleash all of its built up emotions.
In the middle of it all stands a proud lion, undistrubed by the unraveling of events and the chaos to come.
Clouds are sighted in the horizon,
The storm has arrived.
I grew up in the cold north of Sweden, and I always found it to be breathtaking here.
The ocean, cliffs, rivers, and forests, all spreading as far as the eye can see. You can't help but feel connected to the atmosphere around you, much like the atmosphere I try to convey in my music. I'm here to show people that the north can be as exotic as the beaches and palm trees we paint in our minds when hearing that word.