Týr - King of Time

Текст песни

Too soon to sail the starry sky
And too late to sail out for new land
We walk the fields of mind
Sail across the sea of our blind faith
Another day into the deep
And in a way, these waters weep
For those who dream of blazing trails across the line
Asleep, the sacred stream bore tribal tales along the Rhine
A tale of all our days
Will at once be the rhyme
The stars up in the sky delivered
To the king of time
We stand upon the endless edge of eternity
Each on our own
The days that are to come may as well be gone
And so we sink
Another year into the deep
And in a way, these waters weep
For those who dream of blazing trails across the line
Asleep, the sacred stream bore tribal tales along the Rhine
A tale of all our days
Will at once be the rhyme
The stars up in the sky delivered
To the king of time