Ravages of Time Songtext
von Constrictor

The night before I saw a dream
Of a man his figure was so clear
The lines were carved upon his face
I heard the warning that he gave

Then he said

"Yearn for the past
Fear of today
You spent your life
In a wrong way"

The cruel time walks like a plague
There is no cure, there′s no escape
The sleep is gone. A new day has come
But in the mirror reflects the old man
Reflects the old man


Deep inside the ancient mountain
There are three Fates who are holding time in their hands
The first is maiden who spins the thread of life
And her sister measures where and when the third comes
The third is a dead one. In her pallid hands
She is tightly holding her sharp and abhorred shears

The three fates sing in unison
The Siren's song
The things that were, the things that are
The things that are to be

What d′you search for on your path
Strove to catch the wind, strayed in the doubts
Thrown down in the hands of fates
Strife is in your mind. Isn't time to be afraid?

The cruel time walks like a plague
There is no cure, there's no escape
You′ll never know when, where and how
Your thread is pulled and the shears are reaching out

Like a rover you′re rambling through the sands
It seems the desert full of years
But If you think that you hold all within your hands
Through your palms It disappears

Time flies away without delay
Don't lose your sands in vain


I′m waiting and calling to the senseless time
Take me back, give me please delights of life