Turning The Wheel
Will Spectre
there is a silence at the top of this hill
and yet their calling answers me still
within the fortress the dreaming lord shall die
ride through the black gate
across a sliver sky
visions through scarlet eyes
lead us through the sacred night
cast the spell to bind the seal
hand of god shall turn the wheel
as we wade in the currents of time
high on black winds the great bell shall chime
within the darkness the righteous storm unfolds
returns to life when the ancient tale is told
visions through scarlet eyes
lead us through the sacred night
cast the spell to bind the seal
hand of god shall turn the wheel
on and on and on we go
as above so below
cast the spell to bind the seal
hand of god shall turn the wheel