Ion Storm

Dødheimsgard

Am I not your super hero

Am I not your golden chain

War fixation, I won the game

Transmit this remedy

Transmit this gain



Prosperity I'll came across you between the shades

With superior blessings

That apparently was holding the staff

Of which blindness could foresee



Trouble in the corridor

Drained through the system of foundations,

Dear in cruelty

Simulating the opponent

Well besmeared with toxic phlegm



Let me lick you, frustrated joy

A canyon of courage with soar feet

A paradise in motion,



Born without a scruple

Could I please be left alone now



In my hand I hold the science, of which

Nothing can ever penetrate

In my hand I hold the plague

Where silence will proceed

Wild bindings, an opportunity for great men,

And with or without them in honor, just for fun

I mingle with the fountains of all that I've seen



Substantial is the millenium

And proud is the frog

Chat predicated his amusement

All for benefit of reluctant ideas

Like envy is the falsehood,

While the morning after

Is all that is between us

As laughter is planted in mortal void

And unwilling wisdom is abroad



Wandering alone in this shapeless halls of nothing

And watch it increase

As the shining becomes stronger

This stranger is a "place" for you to rest