Penned Songtext
von Birdmask

You penned upon a pine a pond of prisms and lights
A friend, a fawn, a fire afar in schisms and plights
And it′s always there for you
The pages' glaring hue

All her worries they fly
In the stories she will write
(In the stories she will write)
(In the stories she will write)

(In the stories she will write)

You built a hilt for swords of boards for battle in rage
You′re skilled but still the lords of lore will rattle your cage
And it's always there for you
The papers' glaring hue

All her worries they fly
In the stories she will write
(In the stories she will write)


I remember hearing stories you wrote for the blind
An enthralling historic event you left behind
Tales of wine and dining, the city that you had left
There, perfect in timing and you, you wrote

And isn′t this what you need?
Scripturient entity
The byzantine elegy
It′s always there for thee, it's always there for thee (And it′s always there for you)
It's always there for thee, it′s always there for thee (The pages' glaring hue)
It′s always there for thee
It's always there for thee
It's always there for thee

None of us will ever be
As beautiful as elegies
None of us will ever be
As beautiful as elegies

It′s always there for thee
It′s always there for thee