My Sun — Amorphis

Slowly turns the key of time In the lock of promises broken In mute silence of my space I crouch under my yearning

The works of my gods receding now Evade my grasping hands

Her hair I would long to adorn With glowing stars Her brow with shining sun In silver I would trace The moonshine of her grace The shining one

Perfection of the skies I knew And memories of my deeds Fade away beyond my reach And change to lonely nights

But ever so slowly Turns the key of time In a rusty lock Of broken promises