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...