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...