The Venial Blur - Enslavement of Beauty

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…