Dimmu Borgir

Through moors and mists of deception
The uninitiated are conjoined
Illusive bliss feeds obsession
A feeble orientation is provoked
Inflammatory bonds will be broken
Being the shepherd no more
Yearning for that ever glowing token
In ongoing lore
Images appear before my eyes
At any given time
Burdened bearing all their lies
Leaping laughter and secret smiles
Inflammatory bonds will be broken
Being the shepherd no more