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Date of issue: 01.05.2005
Record label: Nuclear Blast
Song language: English
Spellbreaker |
Walking 'round and 'round in circles |
Locked inside himself |
The funny farm where he can’t hurt us |
Or what we all believe |
Mute and deaf with no obsessions |
A broken watch, he got |
He’s the one that got no questions |
Not a word to breathe |
And there, you see that he flies |
Across the room, like a swan |
The colors sparkle and change |
Stars are born 'round a flashing sun |
Then it all just stopped, the temperature, it dropped |
It was so quiet, I couldn’t hear the sound of grief, no more |
We walked into the room, the small and padded room |
I looked down on the man that laid crying on the floor |
The mother of life is a whore! |
Always drooling, walking backwards |
Never dries his tears |
Come and see the man of miracles |
But please don’t come so near |
Writing weird stuff, slow and patient |
I think it’s something deep |
Then he tries some levitation |
Before he disappears |
And there, you see that he flies |
Across the room, like a swan |
The colors sparkle and change |
Stars are born 'round a flashing sun |
Then it all just stopped, the temperature, it dropped |
It was so quiet, I couldn’t hear the sound of grief, no more |
We walked into the room, the small and padded room |
I looked down on the man that laid crying on the floor |
The mother of life is a whore! |
A rainy day, you too might meet him |
Give him mercy please |
It won’t be long until we’ll need him |
And all that’s beautiful |
If he speaks, the world will tremble |
A dream of love, we’ll see |
He’s our all, the cosmic centre |
We are spinning 'round |
And there, you see that he flies |
Across the room, like a swan |
The colors sparkle and change |
Stars are born 'round a flashing sun |
Then it all just stopped, the temperature, it dropped |
It was so quiet, I couldn’t hear the sound of grief, no more |
We walked into the room, the small and padded room |
I looked down on the man that laid crying on the floor |
The mother of life is a whore! |