Testo Engaged

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