Interpret:

Dimmu Borgir

Album:

Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia

The apparition of two faces in disgust 
Invisible but yet so clear 
Reflections seen by a fugitive 
Trying to escape the looking glass 
Blood runs from open wounds of false flesh 
The one in front of the mirror exceeds the image 
Eager to leave further but chained still 


To crumble into such nothingness 
A despairing fate, for your lies 
To pretend is the lunatic's legacy 
Privileged to bolt the nails of heresy 


Born lifeless into a world of coma 
As the chronic sufferer trapped in paradise lost 
Missing insinuations of what life was meant to be 
Angels and demons, a march man's bewildering hosts 


The charlatans and deceivers walk the line in prejudice 
The narrow slits the veins in search for the crown 
Profound impatience makes the blind struggle in stupidity 
The paradox of the daily prayer, diffidence is Confiteor 
Phenomena of ironies, cast the litany aside 
How intelligible, blessed be the forgetful 


Holding the banner high, unrestrained 
Slowly abandoning the surface in contempt 
Still in costumes to please the ways of living 
Witnessing the details of defilement, intoxicating 


Make sure to be pleased with the ways of your death 
For in days of reckoning and when the twilight torn is ticking 
Elysium is halfway and as an answer to the plea 
You're destined to yield fragments of Hell in return 


Leave unnoticed with the perfect conscience 
With the strength of the spiritual eye 
Spirits of the token unchained and free 
Recover from the philanthropic macabre frenzy 
The pale dove grins, black at heart ready to flee 
Demon to some, angel to others