Tot – Candlemass – letras

Dark clad waters, still warm shroudsDoomsday warning from the men in the cloudsLily’s weep over light that fledWords were carved in my arm by the deadGrim like war, foul like tarCorroded fragments of a dying starSleepy herons abruptly awakeas the black god arises from the cold of the lakeFigure of smoke, emerald headMagnificent is the king of the deadSomewhere beyond the sun still shinesBut even snow dies sometimes