The King of the Dead - Memory Garden

Born out of happiness, a child so innocent

Crawled so blind into this world

From a young boy to a cynical man

Tried to deal with both pleasure and pain

Years passed by, winter by winter and fall by fall

Tears passed by, one by one and still they fall

I slowly awake, as dreams start to fade, and I clear my head

I rise from myself, so still

As I welcome the King of the Dead

The lust found in sorrow, the seeking of Gods

In memory scattered, betrayed by life’s odds

An emptiness so deep, from all that was lost

Insignificance grew larger, life raised the costs

Denial fed weakness, it’s food for the vile

Rest under dark skies and cry with a smile