作曲 : Myrholt, Tunheim

The promised land of joy leads me quite a chase shaping the vortex moonshine into another daemon aeon

Caught in a crossfire of lust, a dream of strange ambient fusion dying in the valley of death, as in the essence of the

Shakespearian

Conclusion

As I dream of that night, dazzled by its charm and as

I dream of you nestled here in my arms

It's only when

I weep, only when

I reach to touch you it's only when

I nourish the (ultimate) paranoid grandeur it's only when the venereal notion unfolds

I see more devils than vast hell can hold

You breathe in sharply when

I bid (you) to join the trance to wheresoever the (polychrome) devils may dance the gleaming utopia (suddenly) casting shadows of sadness and there is beauty in all its madness

When I come down it seems to me, that

I am desecration and touching you seems like a revelation...