[Words: A. Looström Music: T. Björn, S. Johansson, A. Looström] Percieve an awakening so acquainted Floating and drifting so absorbing Not affected by anything nor anyone Malicious shadows have been chased away From almond coloured remedy so pure Engrave prejudice of calm and silence Premonition for deep mental illness Vague feelings for the destination Thaw with sulphur smelling sensation Significant silence brings rapture Plateau of glass in shimmering mauve Wreathed with a stale relic of dust Plunged in aversion from apathy Scented of somnolent abstracts Admission to something so ominous A twinge from covet submerge Stigmatize to poisonous unity An eternity so eternal Stretch beyond euthanasia The palace of conjectures Contains archaic abhorrence That will truly converge From the light of the moon and in the deepest of shadows Strange things take place to shape our faith The predetermind downfall approaches like an arch-enemy Read the spiritual alms for the ordinary For the pitty ones who are drowning Read them their amen