اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
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...
