Dimmu Borgir The Promised Future Aeons
Erotic and dreamlike still in its mortal disguise
A passionate ritual in the ruined garden theatre
The painted angels - shadowed high above
Once they gathered to worship at the picture of me
Like a whisper where there are no words
Appears the perplexed - the statue of might
In the cradle of the next generation
A spiraling ruin - lost in the gathering dust
...The faces you saw in the withering garden
I witnessed the flikkering - made to look like stone
Quivering like little figures lost in broken flames
Never to forget again the names carved in horrid flesh
Those words drawn in water - become our legacy of fantasies
Burn the pictures
So unexpected in this strange deserted place
Once opened its secrets would become the world
Its attributes would continue to unfold forever
"Through the fabric of the promised future aeons
I offer this suffering of mu unwanted father..."
...And the stars did wander - separated in the forbidden universe
