Candlemass

Is there a sun there in your hand?
A little light that battles with itself
Is there a message in the sand,
that tells me how to set the world in flames?
Do people cry or is it rain?
Do we care... do we count the stains?
When will the sunrise stay a day?
Laugh and shine, or is it all the same?
PSALMS FOR THE DEAD
SONG FOR THE LIVING
AND A WREATH FOR ABSENT FRIENDS
So tell me... fools and trubadours,