Enslavement Of Beauty

[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