Time, a spear that divides the hollow insides of timberless skies place your aging grey hand over the land and swallow the countryside Picture yourself on a throne carving kingdoms shaper of wood, air and bone, steel and fire look at the festering wound you´ve created wave to the future you mold, say goodbye Raise your torch, hold it high first study the light and then set a fire now the time has arrived for sinister minds to pay for their crimes Picture yourself on a throne carving kingdoms shaper of wood, air and bone, steel and fire look at the festering wound you´ve created wave to the future you mold, say goodbye Picture yourself on a throne carving kingdoms shaper of wood, air and bone, steel and fire look at the festering wound you´ve created wave to the future you mold, say goodbye