A King in my own mind. – In Flames – In Gallery : Memories Of Trees
Lone footprints diverge from tree line. Autumn veils the sloughs with rime. Shell of quagmire. Yet too fragile to bear a man. – Insomnium –
No distant voice in the air. Winds carry only silence. No roar from the north. A howl from afar. Last of all Winters. Came without a Fall. Cold aeon eternal.
Far away there´s a land of snow and sorrow. Time has made the frozen tears fall like rain from the starlit sky. And I feel so cold, I can´t make it tomorrow.
It was said in legend that if the Horn was blown anywhere within the bounds of ancient Gondor, its call would not pass unheeded …
From green to red our days pass by. Waiting for a sign to tell us why. Are we dancing all alone? Can you please tell me my name, I haven’t checked it today
Fueled, these new shores burn, dark past lies cold. Shadow, my sweet shadow, to you I look no more.
Everything’s in place. So much better from today. A king in my own mind.
I’ve come to realize every little glimpse, you fade. I was told that I could fly when least expected, cloud connected.
Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak. No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me.