Candlemass

Brimstone wine that fills your glass

Passed around a candlemass

As the dim light fills the room

Comes the prophecys of doom

When your writhing in your skin from the memories within

Close your eyes and slip away to a world of decay

As you reach for the hand rising from the sand

A touch of mortal man

Calls your life a natural hell

Brings you women, fame and wealth

To your peril eyes did rot of the time when you forgot

Close your eyes and slip away to a world of decay
I am the wine that fill your glass passed around a candlemass

I’m the dim light in the room

I’m the prophecy of doom

When you’re writhing in your skin from the memories within

Close your eyes and slip away to a world of decay