Meet my obsession, my opium dream
Lost in indulgence I'm not what I [bad word] to my arms and let me seduce you
Surrender your soul, and I will reduce you
To simple sensation and fleshly delight
So fly to my side and embrace the night;
We will defy the [bad word] And heedlessly walk the forbidden lands.

Gaze into depths of emerald absinthe
And plunge through the twists of the labyrinth;
Gather at crossroads and chant to the wind
Dance in the graveyards and revel in sin,
Our innocence lost and our faith destroyed,
Spiraling down into lightless void, [bad word] on dreams and ceaselessly sleeping--
Here in the garden the angels are weeping.

They will despise us but we will be strong,
The road to fulfillment is rocky and long;
Misunderstanding is genius' curse--
They call us evil but nothing is worse
Than passive submission to [bad word] 
These are oppression and misery's tools;
Ultimate freedom is our delight
To quaff the nectar of forbidden night.

Gaze into depths of emerald absinthe
And plunge through the twists of the labyrinth;
Gather at crossroads and chant to the wind
Dance in the graveyards and revel in sin,
Our innocence lost and our faith destroyed,
Spiraling down into lightless void, [bad word] on dreams and ceaselessly sleeping--
Here in the garden the angels are weeping.

Blinded by pleasure we long to be free,
Striving towards something we no longer see;
The world is burning, our minds are on fire
Consumed and consuming in seething desire,
Slaves of sensation, there's something we've lost
We've ransomed our passion, heedless the cost;
Promethean gods, we have seized the flames
But our theft is rewarded with eternal chains.

Gaze into depths of emerald absinthe
And plunge through the twists of the labyrinth;
Gather at crossroads and chant to the wind
Dance in the graveyards and revel in sin,
Our innocence lost and our faith destroyed,
Spiraling down into lightless void, [bad word] on dreams and ceaselessly sleeping--
Here in the garden the angels are weeping.

Gaze into depths of emerald absinthe
And plunge through the twists of the labyrinth;
Gather at crossroads and chant to the wind
Dance in the graveyards and revel in sin,
Our innocence lost and our faith destroyed,
Spiraling down into lightless void, [bad word] on dreams and ceaselessly sleeping--
Here in the garden the angels are weeping.