Candlemass - Embracing the Styx


Blood runs free, down the river 
I'm the weeper, the life beriever 
I cross the Styx, with coins...onyx 
Without the trumpets and horns and pyres 

(The) final curtain, death is certain 
Harpys sing, my soul is hurting 
Razors, rope, mountains of dope 
Does it matter, there's no hope 

Empracing the Styx 
Life is floating out, wave after wave 
Empracing the Styx 
I sail with Charon this day 
Embracing the Styx 
Life is floating out, wave after wave 
Embracing the Styx 
Me, my wrists and a blade 

In times of eternal darkness 
In times of oeace and embrace 
When the minstrel of atrophy mock us 
There's need for love and there's need for death 
Too late for understanding 
Too late for your tears 
I wait for the last descending 
To the opal ciry and the flameing stairs 

I surrender, I return to dust 
It must end here, in daze and dusk 
So I cry, for all of us 
And I smile, as I die....................... 

A small breeze in time 

Waiting and waiting, for a moment of truth and a sun 
Dreaming and dreaming, 'til the dreams were crushed by our hands (smothered to sand) 
Great thoughts of a triumphing giant 
Was given these goldenbrown wings 
A man who was an ant an a lion 
Died on the isle of the king

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