Marko Hietala I Dream
I am a wraith, I'm a slayer
And I have no one left to slay
I am at the end of the road
A road that led me astray
Your life should not be wasted
If you're not ready to die yet
Until the soil falls upon you
You shouldn't meet your death
The ghosts and wounds become one, longing to be whole
In the slow fade to black of a lost soul
If I had one I would gladly cut my heart out
But I can only dream on
The tide that swelled in my veins
Has gone dry with sand and rust
The salt and the heat of skin
Replaced by the kiss of dust
Below the rock it grows colder
And colder still is the night sky
My hopes go up against the black space
Defiant little moths, they die
The wounds and ghosts become one in scars numb and old
There's no fiery deep nor gates of gold
I am the one whose teeth I'd like to kick out
But I can only dream on
My bones drying up, lying numb to pain
They'll try to move in vain
No feasts or songs for a mouth
That's rotting away
Why do I see
The moon shining right through me?
The cold white moon
The bone white moon
I just wait for all these memories to fade out
So I wouldn't be dreaming on
