Light Years from The Enemy by 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...

• Metal
• doom metal
• stoner doom
• stoner metal
• stoner rock
• Phoenix