Now I reach out for the garden you once loved Feel my bitter breath, I'll execute my craft I take fading things, oh that is my desire Without conscience, without grave Won't earn a penny to my name
Mist discovered from the valley down below Oh, I can't feel your pain I will, I will lodge my claim until the sun will rise Beware 'cause it's my turn, and I will gear up for the show
Time and tide wait for no man, do you see When the last grain of sand in the hourglass decays If you don't change, my hope will die Save your soul just remember, activate your mind
Like the last grain of hope in a desperate game of life Leave behind this inane life, back to life again But he remains, and he fills up his glass of wine