[Music: Eucharist]

 [Lyrics: Erlandsson]

 

 I am in love with my paintings

 Artworks from the streams of my thoughts

 For a moment I was paralyzed

 By the colours so deep and living

 

 The dimensions of truth was so far away

 Because this was not so real

 The work of my mind my hand and the brush was not carnal

 Yet breathing when I touched the profiles of it's colours

 

 Every picture became a sophistication of my dreams

 An essence of artworks was created

 Twelve years ago I made a sculpture

 And covered her body with a blanket made in sweetest velvet

 

 Her beauty could not be compared

 To anything I have created or seen

 

 But I could not give her life

 My fantasy was greater than my faith

 

 Suddenly she lifted her eyelids

 And stepped of the pedestal on which I placed her

 And so I took her hand and attached a ring to her finger

 She kissed me slowly to sleep

 

 I married her and we shared the time from past to present

 And our thoughts went from reality to dream

 

 My motives became part of time

 Motives covered in sweetest velvet