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Spellbreaker Lyrics - Candlemass - Candlemass

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 center 

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 

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