Forever the stream of time it flows on
It turns unto us with the past and its wrath
And leaves us to paint the future with blood
The present is lost in the moment we try to hold on
And we do, we try to hold on
Turn the key to the door and light will shine through
...forever the light will shine through
And take from our hands the need for the deed
...as forever the stream it flows on
We can not hold on !
Scarabaeus what do you hide in the orb of time
And why do you leave it to our bloodstained hands
To cradle the wake of tomorrow in fear
For the past is lost and the present is all but clear
We can not hold on!
Lay hands on earth lay swords to rest
Let moonlight eat what we detest
Go paint a picture through your head
For those who sleep to time are dead
Fields of scarlet morning*sunrise on a lake divine
Dip your hands into the golden stream of time
Flowers bloom and wither but they leave their mark
In my soul and body*and the earth is dark
Engaged in the golden stream of time