Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt    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...