The Promised Future Aeons - Dimmu Borgir

Erotic and dreamlike still in its mortal disguise

A passionate ritual in the ruined garden theatre

The painted angels — shadowed high above

Once they gathered to worship at the picture of me

Like a whisper where there are no words

Appears the perplexed — the statue of might

In the cradle of the next generation

A spiraling ruin — lost in the gathering dust

…The faces you saw in the withering garden

I witnessed the flikering — made to look like stone

Quivering like little figures lost in broken flames

Never to forget again the names carved in horrid flesh

Those words drawn in water — become our legacy of fantasies!

Burn the pictures

So unexpected in this strange deserted place

Once opened, its secrets would become the world

Its attributes would continue to unfold forever

«Through the fabric of the promised future aeons

I offer this suffering of my unwanted father…»

…And the stars did wander — separated in the forbidden universe!