[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt]
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The promised land of joy leads me quite a chase
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shaping the vortex moonshine into another daemon aeon
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Caught in a crossfire of lust, a dream of strange ambient fusion
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dying in the valley of death,
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as in the essence of the Shakespearian Conclusion
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As I dream of that night, dazzled by its charm
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and as I dream of you nestled here in my arms
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It's only when I weep, only when I reach to touch you
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it's only when I nourish the (ultimate) paranoid grandeur
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it's only when the venereal notion unfolds
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I see more devils than vast hell can hold
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You breathe in sharply when I bid (you) to join the trance
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to wheresoever the (polychrome) devils may dance
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the gleaming utopia (suddenly) casting shadows of sadness
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and there is beauty in all its madness
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When I come down it seems to me, that I am desecration
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and touching you seems like a revelation...
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The Venial Blur
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| Enslavement Of Beauty |
