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...