Twin Black Angels - Ihsahn

Spread out clean sheets

Get the mind ready for the deep sleep

Fade out the cold lights

Still, these linens feel like concrete

Drifting though closed eyes

Watching incapacities materialize

Like in the song, a prisoner

Of my own device

Another part of me could have been the unleashed

What would it be, how would it feel

If the ideals of self were real?

Is it a cure, or is it disease?

Would i know emptiness from peace?

Tracing the fears back to the start

Raptures to tear the world apart

Written in scars that never heal

This is the deal

This is the deal

Wake up like an undead

Ashes of the night swirling though my head

Breathless, heartless

Ravenous

RAVENOUS

Another part of me could have been the unleashed

Forever circling back to the crossroads of my dreams

Where twin black angels lead the way

What would it be, how would it feel

If the ideals of self were real?

Is it a cure, or is it disease?

Would i know emptiness from peace?

Tracing the fears back to the start

Raptures to tear the world apart

Written in scars that never heal

This is the deal