| Song | Malignant Midwinter Murders |
| Artist | Enslavement of Beauty |
| Album | Megalomania |
| 作曲 : Myrholt, Tunheim | |
| [Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt] [Music: T.E.Tunheim]</i> | |
| The artifice virginal air became the odour of sinful obsession we subsequently trespassed the boundaries of apt behaviour | |
| A midwinter night's gleam, almost bereaved of sympathy we drank from all those feeble hearts, we were the masters of deceit | |
| Bohemian soulmates in violent rapture, way beyond the mortal surface | |
| The temptress and | |
| Mr Misery, a twosome of unhibited gracedays we traduced the world with a touch of havoc; **** everything | |
| She painted the drifting cupid and crowned me; the tranquil king | |
| I recall the glorious days of our malignant midwinter murders | |
| Oh, how benignly malignant we were... | |
| I recall the fragrance of our malignant midwinter murders | |
| Reh rebmemer syawla lliw | |
| I... Bohemian soulmates in violent rapture, way beyond the mortal surface | |
| The temptress and me, a twosome of unhibited gracedays we traduced the world with a touch of havoc; **** everything | |
| She painted the drifting cupid and crowned me; the tranquil king |
| zuò qǔ : Myrholt, Tunheim | |
| Lyrics: O. A. Myrholt Music: T. E. Tunheim i | |
| The artifice virginal air became the odour of sinful obsession we subsequently trespassed the boundaries of apt behaviour | |
| A midwinter night' s gleam, almost bereaved of sympathy we drank from all those feeble hearts, we were the masters of deceit | |
| Bohemian soulmates in violent rapture, way beyond the mortal surface | |
| The temptress and | |
| Mr Misery, a twosome of unhibited gracedays we traduced the world with a touch of havoc everything | |
| She painted the drifting cupid and crowned me the tranquil king | |
| I recall the glorious days of our malignant midwinter murders | |
| Oh, how benignly malignant we were... | |
| I recall the fragrance of our malignant midwinter murders | |
| Reh rebmemer syawla lliw | |
| I... Bohemian soulmates in violent rapture, way beyond the mortal surface | |
| The temptress and me, a twosome of unhibited gracedays we traduced the world with a touch of havoc everything | |
| She painted the drifting cupid and crowned me the tranquil king |