Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt  Music: T.E.Tunheim    Prudence kept the sun from shining bright  prudence kept the animal from revealing in the night  narcissistic raving, nihilistic craving  and she became the torment of my heart    Prudence was the context of distress and complaint  prudence kept her purity when that old moon waned  mischievously gleaming, derelict and dreaming  faithlessness is highly rated art...    Green eyed, deified, envious jewels gleaming  drugfumes, childish tunes, Juliet was dreaming  sinful trifles, improving my discography  rejoicing with the deed that is making me celebrity    Oh, well, obliged to hell, deviltry and sadness  waylaid by chaos, mirthfulness and madness  Feeling, falling, taunting gods creation  oh, so lief yielding fluency to temptation    Prudence was the context of distress and complaint  prudence kept her purity when that old moon waned  mischievously gleaming, derelict and dreaming  faithlessness is highly rated art...    There were few lucid moments in the dead midsummer madness  we withdrew from joy of the ultimate kind to sickening sour sadness  we wasted our dark passion, we wasted our complexion  prudence kept our purity and my art is the grand reflection    Green eyed, deified, envious jewels gleaming  drugfumes, childish tunes, Juliet was dreaming  sinful trifles, improving my discography  rejoicing with the deed that is making me celebrity    Oh, well, obliged to hell, deviltry and sadness  waylaid by chaos, mirthfulness and madness  Feeling, falling, taunting gods creation  oh, so lief yielding fluency to temptation    But if I dream of moonshine, if I taste the (devils) vintage  if I dream of wastelands, if I stroll through deserts  if I behold autumn, if I reach to touch her cold face  I realise our hours draws on apace...