Enslavement Of Beauty

[Lyrics: Ole Alexander Myrholt]
[Music: Tony Eugene Tunheim]
Already wounded...I wonder if I would dare to be stabbed by the thorns of virtue
Such a sight, petite and illegal...a specimen of beauty in shapeless splendour
Haunted by her image in blank dismay, I kiss and embrace the dreaming adventure
of the dainty, delusive doll...
Seeping into the tunnel of reality...
The savage beast of lust mock-manly rearing its deceitful head
With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest
Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, I smoulder like a fucking cigarette
She bestow me the poet's beauty of phrase, oh, I ejaculate...
The vortex of addiction is out of square
There are imaginary catchwords everywhere
The vortex of temptation gently blows