[Lyrics : RMS Hreidmarr / April 1999]      I will die tonite for the second time   I must die tonite   I could taste the wine, but it's too late   I'll burn with pride   I'll die tonight upon the storm      And I will cry over heavens   No wound shall ever satisfy my senses      No wound !   Never !      And I will cry over heavens   No wound shall ever satisfy my senses   And in my journey within the night   I have made love with the divine      In rememberance of an existence   Which has much been filled with void and nothingness   I'll burn with pride   I'll die tonite   I'll die tonite upon the storm      Feel the flesh of sacred Aeons      I have felt all around me the flesh of sacred Aeons   In my womb grows the child of thy fornication      My hour is almost come when I to sulphurous and tormenting flames   Must render up myself      Now I can touch your lips   And kiss you goodbye   For I leave   For I leave you alone      Eternity ain't enough   Frozen heat of hell overcame my body   You're not enough for me      No woman nor man   I shall ever love   As I only praise   My own sad savour