The lariat of time
Captured my thoughts
In the world I left behind.

Pleasure of the lie,
Shattered existence
Of my other different life.

Way from the future into the past
I'll see the ancient cities turn to dust.

Persistence of the past.
Follow the stream,
Suffer the memories blast.

Tourney of the ages
Is a endless race
Of mighty creative rage.

Growing by the pain
Of the suffering past,
Was born the future insane.

Victims will be tried
By the torment
Of pain and decay.