| Song | The promised future aeons |
| Artist | Dimmu Borgir |
| Album | Spiritual Black Dimensions |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dimmu Borgir, Nagash | |
| Erotic and dreamlike, still in its mortal disguise | |
| A passionate ritual in the ruined garden theater | |
| 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 flickering, 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 mu unwanted father | |
| And the stars did wander, separated in the forbidden universe |
| zuo ci : Dimmu Borgir, Nagash | |
| Erotic and dreamlike, still in its mortal disguise | |
| A passionate ritual in the ruined garden theater | |
| 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 flickering, 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 mu unwanted father | |
| And the stars did wander, separated in the forbidden universe |
| zuò cí : Dimmu Borgir, Nagash | |
| Erotic and dreamlike, still in its mortal disguise | |
| A passionate ritual in the ruined garden theater | |
| 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 flickering, 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 mu unwanted father | |
| And the stars did wander, separated in the forbidden universe |