[Music: Henriksson, Johansson, Sundin]
[Words: Stanne]
Gently hold our heads
gently hold our heads on
high
Aimless time in fear new hide
overthrow the plan
confusion lies in all my words
mad is the soul
We barricade
ourselves in holes of temperament
this is the dawning of a new age
A heart that beats the wrong way
insanity's
crescendo
Windcolour - second sight
a touch of silence and the violence of dark
Illusion span - the aroma of
time
shadowlife and the scent of nothingness
Infinite fall of instinct
order of one spells deceit
Infinite lack of
trust
order of one obsolete
Oh escaping time is all we lost ahead?
When it's found, can judgement make amends?
From
force-fed impressions
let us mortify the mind
each soul to violate
each instinct to be rendered false
Torn asunder be the
conventional forms and frames
now for the blood of heaven
Unlearn and the cleansing comes
Fell a tremor in the pillars of the
senses
Cursed victim of a distance near
The first dreams - the clearest vision
Aimlessly steer towards our night
we belong
to thee
Oh dearest bliss, unnerving silence
entangled within
Dimly begotten in clarity found
virginlike tears for impurity
bound
Beseech he who darken the stars and the sky
to greet now this vision an emerald dawn
Empty the sun - carve out the
wind
Insanity's crescendo
tear out the blinded eye
Lament of thunder - take comfort in fear
lightning veins in crude
exterior
Voice the oppression - voice the hypocrisy
lay down the law that made instince fall
Escape now and revert
this
cleansing rebirth
torn asunder be
Affect me not; darkened vision
insanity's crescendo
Grimly tread the footsteps
torn
rebellious stand the seeker tall
The thorn of insanity's hand
take this darkened vision from my sight
Nailed to the
image of ignorance
Each soul to violate
for the blood of heaven