Timberless Skies

Time, a spear that divides

the hollow insides of timberless skies

place your aging grey hand

over the land and swallow the countryside

Picture yourself on a throne carving kingdoms

shaper of wood, air and bone, steel and fire

look at the festering wound you´ve created

wave to the future you mold, say goodbye

Raise your torch, hold it high

first study the light and then set a fire

now the time has arrived

for sinister minds to pay for their crimes

Picture yourself on a throne carving kingdoms

shaper of wood, air and bone, steel and fire

look at the festering wound you´ve created

wave to the future you mold, say goodbye

Picture yourself on a throne carving kingdoms

shaper of wood, air and bone, steel and fire

look at the festering wound you´ve created

wave to the future you mold, say goodbye