King of Time - Týr

Too soon to sail the starry sky

And too late to sail out for new land

We walk the fields of mind

Sail across the sea of our blind faith

Another day into the deep

And in a way, these waters weep

For those who dream of blazing trails across the line

Asleep, the sacred stream bore tribal tales along the Rhine

A tale of all our days

Will at once be the rhyme

The stars up in the sky delivered

To the king of time

We stand upon the endless edge of eternity

Each on our own

The days that are to come may as well be gone

And so we sink

Another year into the deep

And in a way, these waters weep

For those who dream of blazing trails across the line

Asleep, the sacred stream bore tribal tales along the Rhine

A tale of all our days

Will at once be the rhyme

The stars up in the sky delivered

To the king of time