[Moonspell cover]      Opium, desire or will?   Inspiration bound from an elegant seed   Subversion, through smoke I foresee   Erotic motions of lesser gods in ectasy      Opium, bring me forth another dream   Spawn worlds of flesh and red,   little jewels of atrocity   Opium, I sleep in debauchery   And burn with you   when you burn in Me      Opium, we fantasize   as we fuse with your root   You are a strange flower,   we are your strangest fruit      Opium, it burns in me and you   Opium, it burns for me and for you