The blood rain on the mountainside The slow turning of the rising tide The fire of the sun that wilts and heals The skull that's crushed beneath the wheel In time, all things The creeping growth of ancient woods The inching death of all that's good The force of the hand that yearns and takes The blue-black mirror of the moonlit lake In time, all things In time, all things The wind that guides the arrow to its mark The loneliness that reaches in the dark The truth when found gives only pain The leaves are waiting for the rain The blood rainon the mountainside, The blue-black moonlit lake, The skull that whispers softly In time, all things The dry land, The unflinching stars, The low stone wall In time, all things The sand bleeds Into oceans The stars shaken free The blue-black mirror of the moonlit lakeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
