Magna Carta - Spinning Wheels Of Time Remastered

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Watchman will you turn your head, and light your lamp for me
your cloak is filled with darkness, and the things I cannot see
beyond the morning watchtower where the fallen angels shine
sitting at the spinning wheels of time
I can hear beyond me through the breath of waking children
the sound of unreal laughter filling empty smiling glasses
and the victims of oppression, they are carried from the prison
of the world that knew them little, and could not hear their voices
and hate is lost and looking for a sign
caught up in the spinning wheels of time
I cannot see too clearly would you take me by the hand
a sky of blood is raining benediction on the land
a blade is softly sweeping and the blazing watchfire shines
sitting at the spinning wheels of time
time is slowly rising and the sound of pagan voices
fills the warm air with their singing and the wonder of their music
and the faces in the shadows of the chains that held them closely
in the darkness they are standing and no one really knows them
and hate is just a stranger left behind
caught up in the spinning wheels of time
my time is almost gone you say the sand is nearly run
my dream is slowly fading with the rising of the sun
beyond the morning watchtower where the fallen angels shine
Fading are the spinning wheels of time
fading are the spinning wheels of time
fading are the spinning wheels of time
fading are the spinning wheels of time