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