Splendid Horror
To these pale spectres dwelling in the blackness of my sins
I behold her swirling tongue floating in my swart lake
I can almost touch her limbs
Cloaked beneath her woes, i found my nothingness
withered among the pity.. it was dead
Splendid horror, splendid horror
Splendid horror, splendid horror
The blood-red water drives me into ecstasy
I scream of pleasure as i crawl down to her
Even though they fainted, there is really nothing to fear
Writer/s: Frode Clausen / Kristoffer Austrheim / Ole Helgesen
