Текст Pain Of Salvation – Timeweaver’s Tale

The Timeweaver’s abode is deep under ground
As interweaving history he us creates
He weaves in eternity not to be found
The Elder’s legend that braids our fates

Hoary and hollow-eyed, older than sun
Abiding his destiny to reverberate time
There’s no one to remember how it began
In rooms filled with candles he reverberates time

Timeweaver, tell me my history that I’ve been searching so
Timeweaver, reveal the mystery that I’ve been letting grow

He once was given his mission by three…
The Holy, The Sacred and The Ancient Dream
He doesn’t exist for those who don’t believe
He’s nothing but stories for those who don’t deem

Hoary and hollow-eyed, older than sun
Abiding his destiny to reverberate time
There’s no one to remember how it began
In rooms filled with candles he reverberates time

Timeweaver, tell me my history that I’ve been searching so
Timeweaver, reveal the mystery that I’ve been letting grow

Spider’s webs decorate dusty shelves lightened by old candles glow
Ancient prescriptions from times that don’t even exist
In memories

Guarded by spells he reincarnates time
Gives birth once again to a century’s child

Hoary and hollow-eyed, older than sun
Abiding his destiny to reverberate time
And now I can remember how it began
In rooms filled with candles I reverberate time

Timeweaver told me a history I didn’t want to know

Timeweaver…
…time…will…be…here…now…and…

Now!