songtext, melting ice-floe

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Melting ice-floe

When thinking of those who too young have to die
I can´t find no answers, I have to ask why
The music of life is not more than a cry in the night.
Much too early dropped lifes drawn in coloured sand
Collected and burned by the Dark Catcher´s hand.
Glass fragments that call me to look for the land without light.

The cold oceans I roam are so far my best guess
For my melting ice-floe forms the face now of Death.
This dark master of time I´ll accuse of poor show
When we finally meet on my melting ice-floe.

From illness or age people go through decay.
Dear mem(o)ries they treasured dissolve on that way.
They reach out for Death but whatever they pray it´s in vane.
These mistakes in timing leave me as a scout.
To push human int(e)rests I´ve got to find out
The soul catcher´s place for a complaint about people´s pain.

The cold oceans I roam are so far my best guess
For my melting ice-floe forms the face now of Death.
This dark master of time I´ll accuse of poor show
When we finally meet on my melting ice-floe.