Tunheim] Already wounded...I wonder if I would dare to be stabbed by the thorns of virtue Such a sight, petite and illegal...a specimen of beauty in
[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt] [Music: T. E. Tunheim] The vortex of addiction is out of square there are imaginary catchwords everywhere The ego-dolls reap the
[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt] [Music: T.E.Tunheim] Imagine the starry eyed audience chasing us through (the cold slop of) reality exhibited as mannequins (in
The heart seeks pleasure first and then, excuse from the deeds; and then, those awkward moments where the suffering exceed The wow echoes with the gust
[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt] [Music: T. E. Tunheim] I beweep my foolish prudence, I beweep thy sick reluctancy chaos disguised as nought, accusing acquaintance
[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt] [Music: T.E.Tunheim] The artifice virginal air became the odour of sinful obsession we subsequently trespassed the boundaries
"No kind of sensation is keener and more active than that of pain Its impressions are unmistakable" Prithee... charm me fro' mine mortal guise I fear
[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt] [Music: T.E.Tunheim] Winter and autumn drove hand in hand dazzled by the light of a perplexed moon all tangled in bohemian supremacy
[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt] [Music: T.E.Tunheim] Blister'd be their envious tongues, cut 'em well like a cunt yet to be satisfied had I only the poison mixed
confused, I extinguish the fire Evoked by tragic memories Ah, I sail into infinity with thee Finally able to kiss the stars... Rapt in galactic beauty
The desert vista gleams with hysteria, impossible to foreordain Glamourized, these common waters, exposing her virginity in most frustrating vain The
My mind is wrapped in winds of enslavement "I'm sorry I blasphemed thy beloved kingdom" With a kiss of grace thou besmear my soul Nothingness can now
for being sick, sick, sick! "It has moreover, been proved that horror Nastiness, and the frightfull are what give pleasure when one fornicates Beauty
As I felt this grace depart it was a pain I never thought I'd feel afflicted me with a double loss as even the track was lost, and lost for real The heart
The paths of the heart... Inscrutable, ay Consciously I trespass To enervate the energy of day I dedicate my beauty to the stars I soliloquize and kiss
[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt] [Music: T.E.Tunheim] The envious audience is chasing us through the cold slop of reality exhibited in the dying drama, our design
[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt] [Music: T.E.Tunheim] I am Mephisto in a sanctified guise attired in robes of silk and fur I was the will o' the wisp of devilish
I drift into luciferous darkness And kiss the blithesome aeons of quietude A wounded cupid passes saddened by, dead in the winds eye O, blood, blood