Dials (Sands of Time Act III)

Turning Burning Sands Out Of time Scarring Forging Dust Scatters Burns In time Dials forever will turn The skies fall apart The skies fall down The skies fall apart The skies fall apart... I see a crystal ball Wondering Why, oh why... Open your eyes to a beautiful rebirth Watch the sun go down to an endless sea Open your heart to embrace the silent sky Touch me Show me How you cry ONE ENDEAVOR! SCARRED FOREVER! Screams of pain Roaring madness creeps inside of me Scorching scars I am begging you to let me be Tainted clouds How could I have seen the prophecy? In my nightmare there are corridors I must not see Fear of death, in a life of endless agony A voice of hope in the sky of broken harmony Reap the fruits, sip the poison from my memory Sands of time, tell me why can I only See an endless sea, of endless fire and misery We all cling to the alter of time, Ticking like bombs – we run for cover, Fall down to our knees in fear sacrificed, Scarred by the dials that forever turn We're all slaves To the dials that forever turn We all burn And the dials they forever turn We're all slaves To the dials that forever turn We all burn And the dials they forever turn Forging Scars forever Turning Time Sea, oh endless sea, I seek the Path to where I once belonged There's a map engraved upon my soul Voices fade, names forgotten underneath the sand Silhouettes paint a portrait I don't understand Sink your teeth, drown my haunted boat in ecstasy Broken anchors leave one free to explore the sea Oh, endless sea, I seek the Path to where I once belonged There's a map engraved upon my soul By the dials that forever turn We're all slaves To the dials that forever turn We all burn And the dials they forever turn We're all slaves To the dials that forever turn We all burn And the dials they forever turn We're all slaves To the dials that forever turn We all burn And the dials they forever turn We're all slaves And the dials they forever turn We all burn Who can bear the light? All is one smear Who can bear the light? Who can bring a start? Small debris float in clouds of airy disarray Butterflies Take a small leap into one uncharted world The stars will slowly gather to smile above your unfolding path And the roots and the birds will trace New prophecies in earth and skies Our bodies, our hands, our minds, our look Are the only instruments The only map The only guide