Woorden: Dimmu Borgir. Absolute Sole Right.

As cyclones detach from the world above
And all the other worlds beneath them flow
Timewinds caressing the dust of cold memories
Sought to strive in twilight mist and penal fire

As daylight suffers, night time recollects
For what wind hath drawn near, so near

As daylight suffers, night time recollects
For what wind hath drawn near, so near

Death has a contract on life and Hell in between
What was once not certain is now foreseen
When the pendulum is in its reverse factor
Rivers run red and sky turns black
Accuracies of bloodbaths liberate from within
Conquests of a crooked cross and its coming loss

A magisterial maintenance of diabolic education
Where the opposites of innocence
Paves the way for intelligence
Where pearls are chained for each tragic event

The glorification of deviance in progress
When the pendulum is in its reverse factor
Rivers run red and sky turns black
Accuracies of bloodbaths liberate from within
Conquests of a crooked cross and its coming loss

As daylight suffers, night time recollects
For what wind hath drawn near, so near

The glorification of deviance in progress
As cyclones detach from the world above
And all the other worlds beneath them flow
Timewinds caressing the dust of cold memories
Sought to strive in twilight mist and penal fire

Liars in wait try to quench their thirst for more
Drowning victims of a parallel universe

The scum of the earth, a rejoice of fools
The world hates you for being precise