Moonspell - Opium

Opium, desire or will?
Inspiration bound from an elegant seed
Subversion, through smoke I foresee
Erotic motions of lesser gods in ecstasy

Opium, bring me forth another dream
Spawn worlds of flesh and red,
Little jewels of atrocity

Opium, I sleep in debauchery
And burn with you
When you burn in me

Opium, we fantasize
As we fuse with your root
You are a strange flower,
We are your strangest fruit

Opium, it burns in me and you
Opium, it burns for me and for you