Texty:
Candlemass Dactylis Glormerata

Abstract sun, you're the Sanskrit in my book Dominion, innocence and pride you took As a god, I drink the beauty with my eyes As a man, I do become what

Nothing and nothing I see Nothing and nothing I hear When the seasons change When the children play In these clouded days The doubts will stay Right

Where were you as the sun died Spewing out its collapse Did you care as heaven slowly fried Missing out on the Swansong You were never that keen But

Trading thoughts with the moon Do you know about infinity? And with a broken spoon I bless the ones without clarity I see through these walls The godlike