Masters of Time

Thrown in the whirl

Into detached form

Where the line begins

And the warriors spawn

Cast into this space

I was born again

They gave me new face

Still I kept my old bane

Stuck between the grinding gears

Daily life is cogs and wheels

Surface full of welds and seams

Impaled by rusty nails and pins

The world I was found in

Like all previous ones I've seen

Chaos and Law, the black and the green

With sword I must stand in between

Masters of Time

Rewinding tapes of memory

Degrading after decades

Initial pulse is fading away

Followed by the petrol cascade

Masters of Time

Have No Time to Die

Rambling through the maze of loss

Encountering strange mutations

Things I think I knew before

Was it the previous life I saw?

Pictures of the battlefields

Eternized on back of eyelids

Cannot rest during display

The years counted in thousands