“Er Du Træt Og Kold Av Reisen, Hvil Og Varm Dig Her Ved Peisen”

That’s what it says; The script above the fireplace at Lidarheim. It touches as a pretty difficulty to easily translate these grand letters of No way further. Each of them letters of words are like breathing loveletters from one’s dearest friends. The spells of spelling transforming in the I Ching of Fire. It’s our Anti-Oedipus going through the spinal tap of the agnatic line, the line of fire, Dear Father! Thank You