I love you like the sand erodes the cliffs on which we lean
Words of epic ruins, dawn is where dusk falls
bits and scattered pieces, the roaring wind that calls
it travels over hills, snares the king of laugh
soaks him up with sorrow as he's about to take his bath
his clocks are ticking faster, he's seeing life run by
desperate he runs after, not even knowing why
In the woods the table's turning, scoring punches far ahead
gloomy shadows sits 'round chanting as the king lies in his bed
it's not a thread of words composed on some dark night
it's the words of epic ruin and it capures the owl's flight
but that's not a suitable lullaby for a tall and mighty king
he covers his head in pillows as the forest's shadows sing
As soon as the sun rises he'll get up to pay his price
but in his dreams he fights them, forces shadows to be nice
the wind blows through the trees, it looks as if it will last
as the king cleans up his crums he knows all things must pass
shadows moving closer, the king raise up his arm
he does'nt know the shadows won't do him any harm
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