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The weight of centuries coileth about
The waning embers of existence
Grinding the past to dust
Tyme forgetteth naught it consumeth
Carving woe into the verie marrow of the present
Shadows wax long, swallowing the light
Drowning hope within the tide of eternitie
That which once was shall ne'er be againe
Tyme is not passage it is prison
Time bendeth not to mercy nor
Doth it heed the prayer of kings
They did chisel deceit in my spine
With tongues of gold, and hearts of brine
I knelt 'neath stars, blind with trust
Now I walk 'mongst ash and rust
O, blade unseen yet ever near
Thy strike is silence, thy gift is fear
The hourglass bleedeth, each grain a thorn
I was the light, now wrath reborn
Time, thou cursed, indifferent pyre
Turneth saints into funeral fire
No clock canst halt what fate hath sown
In dreams defiled, my soul was thrown
I bore the chalice, bitter and black
Now I unleash what none taketh back
I am become Death, the shatterer of worlds
I am Time, the destroyer of worlds... You made me thus!
Time is the black serpent, coiled 'round hope's throat
A poisoned chalice-each sip drowns the light
No healer, but thief-eroding the dream
Carving sorrows deep in the stone of my being!
Each moment a kiss from the mouth of death
Our hopes are tombs in a graveyard of years
Drenched in regret, baptized in tears
I once built altars to mercy and trust
Now dust... only dust
The hourglass screameth, the hands unmake
I was the saint, now the snake
No prayer endureth 'neath shattered trust
The wrath of time turneth all to dust
Time is the blade futures carved from despair
A tempest unmaking, stripping hope bare!
You played the thief, now reap the storm
I am the reckoning, in chaos reborn!"
I wept at the graves I dug in faith
NOW LET THE SKY FRACTURE WITH MY NAME!
The past is a ghost... the future a blade
The slowest traveler... the fastest force
Time claimeth all, it hath no face
No throne, no grave, no saving grace
I am not saved, nor am I damned
I am the ruin, carved by time's hand