Timelord

Minute me have marched on the field The pendulum helps count the shields Not much is left after the fray So many gone so few get to stay The Timelord he stares at his hands And he watches, he just watches As time ticks away Grass grows through helmets and boots Vines spread and capture their loot In the end the earth will reclaim And another fight ends in vain The Timelord he stares at his hands And he watches, he just watches As time ticks away