Lyrics:

A passionate ritual in the ruined garden theatreThe painted angels - shadowed high aboveOnce they gathered to worship at the picture of meLike a whisper where there are no wordsAppears the perplexed - the statue of mightIn the cradle of the next generationA spiraling ruin - lost in the gathering dust...The faces you saw in the withering gardenI witnessed the flikkering - made to look like stoneQuivering like little figures lost in broken flamesNever to forget again the names carved in horrid fleshThose words drawn in water - become our legacy of fantasiesBurn the picturesSo unexpected in this strange deserted placeOnce opened its secrets would become the worldIts attributes would continue to unfold forever\'Through the fabric of the promised future aeonsI offer this suffering of mu unwanted father...\'...And the stars did wander - separated in the forbidden universe
Dimmu Borgir The Promised Future Aeons