Lyrics Sands of Time - Witchbound

Sands of Time

Endless dark, the town’s asleep — in every cabin someone weeps
The blight is creeping for some other prey
He didn’t leave, but tried his best — to save the townsmen from the pest
All medic gone but he did choose to stay — did not turn away
Staring at the stars each night, waiting for a sign
Writing down four lines — a vision to rhyme
There’s no way to flee the true prophecy
Who will stop the sands of time?
He was born a merchant’s son — called Michel de Nostredame
Divinations that will stand all tim
Favoured by the Medici — his art of haling and foresee
The secret of his quatrains, can’t you see?
They’re pure mystery
Staring at the stars each night, waiting for a sign
Writing down four lines — a vision to rhyme
There’s no way to flee the true prophecy
Who will stop the sands of time?
Through centuries and history — time will show what’s wrong and what’s right
Did the stars lie or was he alight — did he have the might
To see through the night — to the other side
Staring at the stars each night, waiting for a sign
Writing down four lines — a vision to rhyme
There’s no way to flee the true prophecy
Who will stop the sands of time?
Staring at the stars each night, waiting for a sign (Et tempus fugit — ut
mortem vincit)
Writing down four lines — a vision to rhyme
There’s no way to flee the true prophecy
Who will stop the sands of time?