Behind ... / Phantasmagoria - Dimmu Borgir

A mental inner vortex
      As possessions through a wolf's eye
      Envisioning the eclipse
      No longer to be blinded by a sunrise
      In this final benediction
      Confronted by mirage of imminent mortality
      Time's set to end the suffering
      So follow, i will cherish the secrecies of hearts
      Chased by the black sheperds
      Behind curtains of night
      Been found as a tool in their seduction
      Fatal haze
      An escape into abomination
      Perished to phasma
      Asindrome of another aeon
      Soul-obsequial inhesion
      Resurged in torrents of abyssmal thoughts
      Lost in a helix, blackest might
      In stealth i do seek deliverance
      In phantasmagoria, vortex utopia