(lyrics by Carl-Michael)
In the quest for shudders I was as the absence
Melted in my hand
As clear as my gleaming sorrow
A spectral fascination
For irony to serve
Are the glorious those who triumph
In a kingdom of eternity?
a castle of sand
Whose roof has sheltered my
I sense "the absence of triumph and lust
Abruptly rising to cover the glory in sand"
A whore gave birth to the flies
who flew away with my beauty
A virgin gave birth to my masks
I simulate the absence
"To enter a kingdom of
Flesh - a ghastly worn shadow
A fiery picture of poet in hel"
Forlorn I was as poets should be
I am as chosen as the weaver himself