Thrown in the whirl Into detached form Where the line begins And the warriors spawn
Cast into this space I was born again They gave me new face Still I kept my old bane
Stuck between the grinding gears Daily life is cogs and wheels Surface full of welds and seams Impaled by rusty nails and pins
The world I was found in Like all previous ones I've seen Chaos and Law, the black and the green With sword I must stand in between
Masters of Time
Rewinding tapes of memory Degrading after decades Initial pulse is fading away Followed by the petrol cascade
Masters of Time Have No Time to Die
Rambling through the maze of loss Encountering strange mutations Things I think I knew before Was it the previous life I saw?
Pictures of the battlefields Eternized on back of eyelids Cannot rest during display The years counted in thousandsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
