Amorphis Dead Man's Dream
On opening my eyes... The world dark as my soul... Nothing moves, nothing flows A dream of a dead man
The moss of thoughts fill my mouth... Lichen grows on my bones... Vertebrae detach... Teeth lost in the grit
The night has swallowed my name... Taken my time, taken my place The dusk has covered my trace... The rain has washed my memories away
I have disappeared... I am no more... Turned into voice of storm The roaring song of space... Behold the waves... They roll over themselves Behold the waves... There lies the lap of time
