Dodheimsgard Fluency Lyrics

Fluency Lyrics

Oblivion owned to live

he had never seen his coffin

and what was
made from there

he had never tasted his tears



Can we
trespass now



Never dream again

cause this world became the
dreams

surely he would wonder about his steps

would always remember
the past



What past? Times...



(He would strive on and
on

collecting his peace entangled

in crayons the most valuable of
all)



Out of the dismal mist

covering the crown

he
stands like a sculpture

in a flowered garden

black and enameled
roses



Can this forsakened deem

lay its hand on the final
grasp