| Song | Fifteen Minutes |
| Artist | Enslavement of Beauty |
| Album | Megalomania |
| 作曲 : Myrholt, Tunheim | |
| I am Mephisto in a sanctified guise attired in robes of silk and fur | |
| I was the will o' the wisp of devilish fashion, the glamorous aura of adventure | |
| All the kisses you have ever missed | |
| Wheresoever you may desire to be kissed | |
| We'll kiss and cuddle, we'll **** and cling | |
| I'll be your decadent plaything | |
| And I only want to be the only one they want... | |
| Oh, their sweetmeat revelation | |
| I'm flying on the wings of my desire | |
| I'm floating on the sea of your lust | |
| Strung out from the burning need to get higher beating hearts in an unison of angel dust | |
| I am the hunger of your chaste vulva, beware, your wishes may backfire | |
| I am the traitorous wretch, | |
| I inflame satisfaction, celebrity and desire | |
| All the kisses you have ever missed | |
| Wheresoever you may desire to be kissed | |
| We'll kiss and cuddle, we'll **** and cling | |
| I'll be your decadent plaything | |
| And I only want to be the only one they want... | |
| Oh, their sweetmeat revelation | |
| I'm flying on the wings of my desire | |
| I'm floating on the sea of your lust | |
| Strung out from the burning need to get higher beating hearts in an unison of angel dust 15 minutes was all | |
| I needed to break free 15 ****ing minutes of you and me 15 minutes to leave hell behind 15 ****ing minutes to ease my mind | |
| Love is such a great coincidence, lust paces on like a ****ing machine tearing me in a million directions, thrilling me softly in between |
| zuò qǔ : Myrholt, Tunheim | |
| I am Mephisto in a sanctified guise attired in robes of silk and fur | |
| I was the will o' the wisp of devilish fashion, the glamorous aura of adventure | |
| All the kisses you have ever missed | |
| Wheresoever you may desire to be kissed | |
| We' ll kiss and cuddle, we' ll and cling | |
| I' ll be your decadent plaything | |
| And I only want to be the only one they want... | |
| Oh, their sweetmeat revelation | |
| I' m flying on the wings of my desire | |
| I' m floating on the sea of your lust | |
| Strung out from the burning need to get higher beating hearts in an unison of angel dust | |
| I am the hunger of your chaste vulva, beware, your wishes may backfire | |
| I am the traitorous wretch, | |
| I inflame satisfaction, celebrity and desire | |
| All the kisses you have ever missed | |
| Wheresoever you may desire to be kissed | |
| We' ll kiss and cuddle, we' ll and cling | |
| I' ll be your decadent plaything | |
| And I only want to be the only one they want... | |
| Oh, their sweetmeat revelation | |
| I' m flying on the wings of my desire | |
| I' m floating on the sea of your lust | |
| Strung out from the burning need to get higher beating hearts in an unison of angel dust 15 minutes was all | |
| I needed to break free 15 ing minutes of you and me 15 minutes to leave hell behind 15 ing minutes to ease my mind | |
| Love is such a great coincidence, lust paces on like a ing machine tearing me in a million directions, thrilling me softly in between |