Nest Filmography

• Gresshoppen (2011)

• Nest - Magic Man
• Harbinger Of A Greater Winter - Nest
• Enchantment For Few - Nest
• Calmly Passing Monument - Nest
• A Winternight Visage - Nest
• Hunt - Nest
• Renewal - Nest
• Moonbow - Nest
• Last Vestige Of Old Joy - Nest
• Land Behind The Mist - Nest
• The Silvershade Lynx - Nest

i'm building a high rise,
the cost of living
is child sized,
i can't shake the thought of giving
sometimes,
we all need a taste of the seasons
but lately
i just want a chance to break even
science is something i left under the stairs
worn at the corners, it's the gray in my hair
this science is one thing i know i'll leave there
too heavy to carry, we don't even care
but i'll
make our bed below these ceiling lights
i could build it all if the sand was stone
turn this iron rust into nickel chrome
i would build it all but i'm out of sticks,

Your folk know me as the whisper in the wind. The bringer of soothing, a gentle guardian of sleep. My voice, so calm before, now thunders across the land. Calling you to take heed, delivering news of hard times ahead.
Gather your children and flee to the far southern borders. North will be your home no more. Leave this region with haste, for the time of the scourge's coming is still unknown. Take heed of my warning, for too many past folk have perished, the folk I held dear. This doom is not the first to come, nor the last that I shall see.

The earth holds countless havens where solace may be found, by a tender heart.
The last flame flickers and dies
The camp is asleep, except for one
He alone appreciates the delicate sounds and visions
brought before him by the forest at twilight

An old king sits upon an oaken throne.
His posture noble, regardless of the toll of times.
Now weary, but once a mighty warrior.
Strong by form, just by heart.
He has sailed the myriad seas.
Fought the elements at the barren north.
Life's misfortunes were just new challenges
to experience and to learn from.
In his reign there was no blame,
nor did he evade his duties.
But to rule was never his passion,
though a task he had to honour.
The old king sits upon an oaken throne.
A grin still visiblöe on his weathered face.
When they come to carry him away

Light preceeds
Only for a while
The Sun cuts to sink
Pure as snow and winter's wink
Light harvest at the darkest of seasons
Earthbound reflections round us life

This is a life-long struggle for survival.
There's nothing glorious about it. Nor is there hate, nor honour.
Such things have little meaning when the choice is between feeding and death.

The roots may be strong,
but morrow yearns for seeds
planted in deep seasoned grounds
nourished by a gleam of determination
grown for sturdy scions

We have come prepared,
even for a longer journey,
but we travel not across land alone.
This trail bears the signs
of many a travler's passing.

Once we played in this forest in the shade of the tall trees at the dawn of this particular time.
But many an aeon has passed since and many a fate has changed.
...and our great woods died. No new seeds have been planted for ages and those that were have been torn out from the soil.

"A breath into the earth to form a dense mist, divide the land in two and hold old friends"
"Who knows why the mist never disperces. It is as thick as in ancient times. And the times are ancient, for the mist was old even when our grandfathers' grandfathers were young. Stories tell that the mist was not always there, and that we used to fare in the lands beyond, but those days must be long gone..."

Dying be the fire that keeps you warm
But embers of the heart for the silver one
May kindle again...
Eat the distance from