By The Death Bed Of Mor Aase

Per, you're a trouble maker and a liar too
The stories you're telling me can't be true
You've been riding a goat, you tell me, all over the mountain
You've been teased by the green clad one in the Hall of the Mountain King

Well, I ain't no liar
Every word is true
And there's more to the story, mother
I ain't fooling you
Listen!

Well, I've been through the desert, mother
I've learned my business in Morocco
I've seen the Colossi of Memnon and the Sphinx, mother
With my own eyes, in a madhouse in Cairo

("Aldri red jeg slik en fole! Midt imod, der vi for fram
Var det som der gnistred sole. Brune ørnerygge svam
Som i dans; - de sang, de svang seg i ring for syn og øre!")

I just want you to know
Close your eyes and we'll go
To the castle west of the moon
The castle east of the sun

Oh, sweet mother, can you see?
You're eyes are wet now, believe me
Old Saint Peter is calling you in
Let the party begin

Oh, yeah, yeah

Oh, Per, you're a heart-breaker, but you don't fool me
I might be dying but still my mind is clear
I'm getting weaker now, but I can tell
Your lying and cheating will send you right down to hell

Well, I ain't no cheater... no, no
Every word is true
There's even more to the story, mother
Let me tell you
Now shut up and listen!

I run the world with three love-hungry women
I shot an underground preacher in his head
The skinny one told me I did not belong in hell, mother
I tell you no lies, that's what she said!

And I just want you to know
Close your eyes and we'll go
To the castle west of the moon
The castle east of the sun

Oh, sweet mother, can you see?
You're eyes are closed now, believe me
Old Saint Peter has just called you in
May the party begin

Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah