Light Years - Goya

Some call me Destiny, some call me witch

Such sights I have to show you, your tale’s a bitch

Beneath our feet, light years of ancient tomes

Too much will melt your mind, too little and you’re lost forever

The things I know reveal all

The things I know would rot your soul

The things I know…

Through the den of wolves, iniquity

Beyond galactic highs

At the bottom of the sea, protected by the beast

Merimiekka hides

Like coal inside a diamond

Or black within a heart

The King upon the island

The lust of the result

The things I know reveal all

The things I know would rot your soul

The things I know…