Candlemass
Album - 2 may 2005 - Debaser id 255013

Mask of shadow's sole, liebst the night he owns
The grace of the beast, the solace of the sleet
A sea of colder rain, gives him life again
To hunt mortality, precious pearls of grief

Murder draped in dusk, the thief's not one of us
Came here with the shrouds, sweet talks, charms and bows
Feeds on your sorrow, drawn to the horror

Welcome... Assassin of light
How did you know, I didn't know
Save me, prince of the night
You kill and go, you steal the show
Blackout
Lights out

Out of blue thin air
He is in my lair
Say that I'm the one
Provides me with a gun
Soft like the willow
Leaves no trace
Hands me a pillow
Over my face

I'm excited so, the secret guest just showed
Felt that I was sad, the little wish I had
He stood behind the door, the hands of evermore
Lord of the weeping shadow, helped me see green meadows

They buried me here in the winter
To an iron box I checked in
I've never heard birds or seen daylight
And nothing will ever come in
I'm happy to lie here in darkness
Naked safe, undisturbed
Floating blind in water
In my little world of dirt

I live underground, born in a tank, on a day I remember
Buried alive, like a dog, late December

I think there was a sound from a battle
And once I heard somebody scream
Today a knock on the door
It was just another bad dream
They want to keep me secure here
From a world in chaos I'm safe
I'm better off down in my small crate
Protected by maggots and rats

I live underground, born in a tank, on a day I remember
Buried alive, like a dog, late December
I live underground, born in a tank, in the midst of nowhere
Buried alive, like a dog, I was dumped and left here

Walking 'round and 'round in circles
Locked inside himself
The funny farm where he can't hurt us
Or what we all believe
Mute and deaf with no obsessions
A broken watch he got
He's the one that got no questions
Not a word to breathe

And there you see that he flies
Across the room like a swan
The colours sparkle and change
Stars are born 'round a flashing sun

Then it all just stopped, the temperature it dropped
It was so quiet I couldn't hear the sound of grief no more
We walked into the room, the small and padded room
I looked down on/at the man that lay/laid crying on the floor

The Mother of Life is a Whore

Always drooling walking backwards
Never dries his tears
Come and see the man of miracles
But please don't come so near
Writing wierd stuf slow and patient
I think it's something deep
Then he tries some levitation
Before he disappears

A rainy day you too might meet him
Give him mercy please
It won't be long until we'll need him
And all that's beautiful
If he speaks the world will tremble
A dream of love we'll see
He's our all the cosmic centre
We are spinning 'round