Meet my obsession, my opium dream.
Lost in indulgence, I'm not what I seem. [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.