[Lyric] For What Blooms Without Lust (Svarttjern)

Fronting time, in a on going change
Breathing hard and slow
Capture life on the thinnest line

Stimulate the roots
My eyes white stare
Heated hand, who returns from sweat and lust

Breathing power and moans of lust, I surround myself so delicately within
Reaching for the sky I harvest upon the key
I am swirling upon the key

Like a forcing bloom I repeat act
Performing, for an utter final

I give to me the most sacred and holy
I give to Thee my own reflection
As I see myself repeated inside out, there is no longer distance
I hold the torch
I surround my hand, with fire
Like a frocing bloom I repeated act
Stimulate the roots
My eyes white stare
Heated hand, who returns from sweat and lust

Breathing power and moans of lust, I surround myself so delicately within
Reaching for the sky I harvest upon the key
I am swirling upon the key

For the the one gazing at the altar shall not see
This blood has not run far till it's dry
When rising above in pleasure, I smear myself upon Thee

In this foggy confusion
The whole image comes dear

For this is the demon within me
Like a forcing bloom I repeated act

Still swirling above and beneath the key, blue eyes stare
Return to me with a conscious mind, I do behold the greater of gifts

Breathing power and moans of lust, I surround myself so delicately within
Reaching for the sky I harvest upon the key
I am swirling upon the key

Like a forcing bloom I repeated act
I smear myself upon Thee