A wounded soul leaps highest
I've heard the poet tell
'Tis but the ecstasy of death
And then the breath is still
As I lay, defeated, I'm dying
Longing to have you near
As I lay, de...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Enslavement of Beauty
My mind is wrapped in winds of enslavement
"I'm sorry I blasphemed thy beloved kingdom"
With a kiss of grace thou besmear my soul
Nothingness can now be seen mirrored in my feeb...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Enslavement of Beauty
I whirl like wilted petals in blissful reverie affected only by the recession
Your sinful(glittering) eyes, gentle with concern, windburn my (quasi)famous expression
A thin strip...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Enslavement of Beauty
[Lyrics: O. A. Myrholt]
[Music: T. E. Tunheim]
I beweep my foolish prudence, I beweep thy sick reluctancy
Chaos disguised as nought, accusing acquaintance of sodomy
Sometimes I ju...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Enslavement of Beauty
[Lyrics: O. A. Myrholt]
[Music: T. E. Tunheim]
The envious audience is chasing us through the cold slop of reality
Exhibited in the dying drama, our design became their wounds
We ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Enslavement of Beauty
[Lyrics: Ole Alexander Myrholt]
[Music: Tony Eugene Tunheim]
Already wounded...I wonder if I would dare to be stabbed by the thorns of virtue
Such a sight, petite and illegal...a ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Enslavement of Beauty
Oh! That my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awakening, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
Yes! Tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,
'Twer...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Enslavement of Beauty
The paths of the heart...
Inscrutable, ay
Consciously I trespass
To enervate the energy of day
I dedicate my beauty to the stars
I soliloquize and kiss my precious scars
I dedicat...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Enslavement of Beauty
So many a glorious morn have I seen
The sun gracing the mountain-tops with it's light
Kissing with tender lips the meadows green
Gilding pale streams of alchemy with heavenly bligh...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Enslavement of Beauty
Craving hands carved in my back
If love was present I'd make it crack
Cynical tripping from here to there
It'll turn out less painful if I don't care
Sweetest dearie
Mother ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Enslavement of Beauty