Memory Garden
The King Of The Dead
Born out of happiness, a child so innocentCrawled so blind into this worldFrom a young boy to a cynical manTried to deal with both pleasure and painYears passed by, winter by winter and fall by fallTears passed by, one by one and still they fallI slowly awake, as dreams start to fade, and I clear my headI rise from myself, so stillAs I welcome the King of the DeadThe lust found in sorrow, the seeking of GodsIn memory scattered, betrayed by life's oddsAn emptiness so deep, from all that was lostInsignificance grew larger, life raised the costsDenial fed weakness, it's food for the vileRest under dark skies and cry with a smile
From Letras Mania