Goya - Light Years

Текст песни

Some call me Destiny, some call me witch
Such sights I have to show you, your tale’s a bitch
Beneath our feet, light years of ancient tomes
Too much will melt your mind, too little and you’re lost forever
The things I know reveal all
The things I know would rot your soul
The things I know…
Through the den of wolves, iniquity
Beyond galactic highs
At the bottom of the sea, protected by the beast
Merimiekka hides
Like coal inside a diamond
Or black within a heart
The King upon the island
The lust of the result
The things I know reveal all
The things I know would rot your soul
The things I know…