| Song | Nostalgia Grows |
| Artist | Enslavement of Beauty |
| Album | Mere Contemplations |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Ole Alexander Myrholt ... | |
| Gazing at what could have been | |
| A lethal doze of her fertile pose | |
| What will all these inklings mean | |
| If I reveal how deep the spiral go | |
| Crystal fecund fancies flew | |
| Emerged through blood-red veils | |
| Sky-blue yet dead grey - the winds blew | |
| Forced my lofty head to lean | |
| Is this lass a fevered rose? | |
| Is she not sinless and pristine? | |
| Is it not always gold what glows? | |
| She hides her hideousness in evergreens | |
| But be cautious her blade is keen | |
| When held down by an angel pose | |
| Her talons can't be foreseen | |
| When the nightmare initiates from a rose | |
| And this hale nostalgia grows... |
| zuo qu : Ole Alexander Myrholt ... | |
| Gazing at what could have been | |
| A lethal doze of her fertile pose | |
| What will all these inklings mean | |
| If I reveal how deep the spiral go | |
| Crystal fecund fancies flew | |
| Emerged through bloodred veils | |
| Skyblue yet dead grey the winds blew | |
| Forced my lofty head to lean | |
| Is this lass a fevered rose? | |
| Is she not sinless and pristine? | |
| Is it not always gold what glows? | |
| She hides her hideousness in evergreens | |
| But be cautious her blade is keen | |
| When held down by an angel pose | |
| Her talons can' t be foreseen | |
| When the nightmare initiates from a rose | |
| And this hale nostalgia grows... |
| zuò qǔ : Ole Alexander Myrholt ... | |
| Gazing at what could have been | |
| A lethal doze of her fertile pose | |
| What will all these inklings mean | |
| If I reveal how deep the spiral go | |
| Crystal fecund fancies flew | |
| Emerged through bloodred veils | |
| Skyblue yet dead grey the winds blew | |
| Forced my lofty head to lean | |
| Is this lass a fevered rose? | |
| Is she not sinless and pristine? | |
| Is it not always gold what glows? | |
| She hides her hideousness in evergreens | |
| But be cautious her blade is keen | |
| When held down by an angel pose | |
| Her talons can' t be foreseen | |
| When the nightmare initiates from a rose | |
| And this hale nostalgia grows... |