Tisvilde is a small town with a population of 1,537 (1 January 2014) located on the north coast of the island Zealand (Sjælland) in Denmark 60 km (37 mi) in Gribskov Municipality, northeast of Hillerød.
Tisvildeleje is the coastal part of Tisvilde. "Leje" roughly translates as 'plain' and used to be a fishermans village. Now most of the fishermen's houses are used as charming summer residences. The southeast of Tisvilde is referred to as Tibirke.
The name Tisvilde broken down to Tis-vilde, means "Ti's vælde" and have many interpretations. It can be understood as Where Tyr Reigns and the area is conceived as dedicated to the god Tyr in former ages. Ti is a common word for Tir (Týr) in Danish place names and can also mean God, without being specific about what God. "Væld" also means a spring and that spring is believed to be the spring known as Helene Spring nowadays. In addition "Væld" is also referring to the old Nordic word "ved" or "wald" meaning Forest. Tisvilde was previously covered by extensive oak woods, before the sand drifts began. So all in all, Tisvilde has three parallel meanings: Where Tyr Reigns, Tyrs Spring and Tyrs Forest.
No one feels like me
Nothing puts me at ease
I'm twithching
In my desease
Come save me
From the zombies
Spare me
An anestheric to misery
It's not the dark that scares me
You say tears are unhealthy
They taste real to me.
How well you play you part
Where does it end
And tou start
Morbid desire
Makes me watch
To catch a glimpse
Through the brainwash
Spare me
An anestheric to misery
It's not the dark that scares me
You say tears are unhealthy
They taste good to me.
Spill them on me
Cos I need to feel
Something real
The lines become so blurry
Between ugliness and beauty.
What's cruel and what is tender?
Lately I don't remember.
How well you play you part
Where does it end
And tou start
Morbid desire
Makes me watch
To catch a glimpse