Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt  Music: T.E.Tunheim    Blister'd be their envious tongues, cut 'em well like a cunt yet to be satisfied  had I only the poison mixed, the sharp vengeance knife, the suicide  whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hell  the mortal paradise of such sweet flesh became the purgatory, (indeed) the (very) hell itself    Cut me out of the tragedy, exhibit me as I wear thy lunacy  can heaven be so envious, as to keep me in absence fro' thee...    Whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hell  the mortal paradise of such sweet flesh became the purgatory, (indeed) the (very) hell itself    I desecrated the disgusting cross upon which the prince of lies apparently died  once upon a November cold when I cunningly committed my suicide...    Everyone was bored with love  -and God was never more distant    Affliction is enamoured of thy lovely parts, and thou art wedded to calamity  luciferous serpentine, hid with a flowering face, appearing everywhere  I was infected with thy poison, my tongue profoundly possessed by affirmatives  all slain, all dead, the tragedy was woe enough, if it had only ended there    Exhilarated to death in bondage unison, filling the soulvoid with hate  love laid in exhile's chains, so what the hell is there to celebrate...    Faretheewell, faretheewell...one kiss and I'll descend into the blooming pits of hell    The darling deeds of autumn  the dying buds of May  Cupid painted dour with lust  raining energy as we decay...