Dials (Sands Of Time Act III)
Turning, burning, sands out of time
Scarring, forging, dust scatters, burns in time
Dials forever will turn
The skies fall apart, the skies fall down
The skies fall apart, the skies fall apart
I see a crystal ball, wondering, why oh why
Open your eyes to a beautiful rebirth
Watch the sun go down to an endless sea
Open your heart to embrace the silent sky
Touch me, show me how you cry
One endeavor
Scarred forever
Screams of pain, roaring madness creeps inside of me
Scorching scars, I am begging you to let me be
Tainted clouds, how could I have seen the prophecy?
In my nightmare there are corridors I must not see
Fear of death, in a life of endless agony
A voice of hope in the sky of broken harmony
Reap the fruits, sip the poison from my memory
Sands of time, tell me why can I only
See an endless sea, of endless fire and misery
We all cling to the alter of time
Ticking like bombs we run for cover
Fall down to our knees in fear sacrificed
Scarred by the dials that forever turn
We're all slaves
To the dials that forever turn
We all burn
And the dials they forever turn
We're all slaves
To the dials that forever turn
We all burn
And the dials they forever turn
Forging scars forever
Turning time
Sea, oh endless sea, I seek the
Path to where I once belonged
There's a map engraved upon my soul
Voices fade, names forgotten underneath the sand
Silhouettes paint a portrait I don't understand
Sink your teeth, drown my haunted boat in ecstasy
Broken anchors leave one free to explore the sea
Oh, endless sea, I seek the
Path to where I once belonged
There's a map engraved upon my soul
By the dials that forever turn
We're all slaves
To the dials that forever turn
We all burn
And the dials they forever turn
We're all slaves
To the dials that forever turn
We all burn
And the dials they forever turn
Who can bear the light?
All is one smear
Who can bear the light?
Who can bring a start?
Small debris float in clouds of airy disarray
Butterflies
Take a small leap into one uncharted world
The stars will slowly gather to smile above your unfolding path
And the roots and the birds will trace
New prophecies in earth and skies
Our bodies, our hands, our minds, our look
Are the only instruments
The only map, the only guide