All you have said is still in my ears
You must have thought you're infallible
Oh no oh no
You're not gonna say that much anymore
 [bad word] to my peculiar dream
Fact is that I'm here I'm the master of reality
Hard to see?
But it's real and you will read me

So many ways to go
Before we're sanctified
Few will be chosen ones
Until we fade and die

Kings will be kings
Pawns will be pawns
Aeons of tears
Wild and severe
Blessed be the young
Strong enough to bear
What before long [bad word]  Will be, might never disappear

I know that pride's before the fall
How can I fall if there's none left at all
Tell me tell me
How far can one fall from down below?

It's either time or ev'ryone round
To show us what or who might be exchangable
Disposable
In the game of life we're playing

Close to eternity
I spread my wings and fly
Like from a distant age [bad word] and you obey

Kings will be kings
Pawns will be pawns
Aeons of tears
Wild and severe
Blessed be the young
Strong enough to bear
What before long [bad word]  Will be, might never disappear

Music & lyrics - Michael Weikath
From "The Time Of The Oath", 1996