Candlemass - Tot


Dark clad waters, still warm shrouds 
Doomsday warning from the men in the clouds 
Lily�s weep over light that fled 
Words were carved in my arm by the dead 
Grim like war, foul like tar 
Corroded fragments of a dying star 

Sleepy herons abruptly awake 
as the black god arises from the cold of the lake 
Figure of smoke, emerald head 
Magnificent is the king of the dead 
Somewhere beyond the sun still shines 
But even snow dies sometimes

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