Tumbling towers
The forest devours
Walls in your mind
Poisonous ivy
The roots of the dead tree
Slave to the blind
Ghosts of the centuries
Linger below me
Keeps you inside
Crumbling castles
Your body's a vessel
Slowly unwinds
The scar on the land will return to sand
Under the rubble
Toil and trouble
The winter of our discontent
Fate or misfortune
The stones are consumed
Back to the mines where they slept
Turning the table
Men in the stable
First will be last
Shortening seasons
Reason is treason
Shatter the hourglass
The scar on the land return to sand
Nothing time can withstand
Wasting of ages return to the earth
Thunder or lightning which came first
As above as below the ground
Tumbling towers tumbling down
On the horizon
Sun keeps on rising
Melting away
Shadows that once tall
Now they are small
Black turns to grey
Fire and through thunder
The castle still slumbers
A god of the old
Slowly comes creeping
The reaper is seeking
Death taking hold
Grave or cradle which came first
Time it will waste us
A curse of the earth