[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt]

[Music: T.E.Tunheim]



Prudence kept the sun from shining bright

prudence kept the animal from revealing in the night

narcissistic raving, nihilistic craving

and she became the torment of my heart



Prudence was the context of distress and complaint

prudence kept her purity when that old moon waned

mischievously gleaming, derelict and dreaming

faithlessness is highly rated art...



Green eyed, deified, envious jewels gleaming

drugfumes, childish tunes, Juliet was dreaming

sinful trifles, improving my discography

rejoicing with the deed that is making me celebrity



Oh, well, obliged to hell, deviltry and sadness

waylaid by chaos, mirthfulness and madness

Feeling, falling, taunting gods creation

oh, so lief yielding fluency to temptation



Prudence was the context of distress and complaint

prudence kept her purity when that old moon waned

mischievously gleaming, derelict and dreaming

faithlessness is highly rated art...



There were few lucid moments in the dead midsummer madness

we withdrew from joy of the ultimate kind to sickening sour sadness

we wasted our dark passion, we wasted our complexion

prudence kept our purity and my art is the grand reflection



Green eyed, deified, envious jewels gleaming

drugfumes, childish tunes, Juliet was dreaming

sinful trifles, improving my discography

rejoicing with the deed that is making me celebrity



Oh, well, obliged to hell, deviltry and sadness

waylaid by chaos, mirthfulness and madness

Feeling, falling, taunting gods creation

oh, so lief yielding fluency to temptation



But if I dream of moonshine, if I taste the (devils) vintage

if I dream of wastelands, if I stroll through deserts

if I behold autumn, if I reach to touch her cold face

I realise our hours draws on apace...