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Lyrics

The Ghost Of Passing Time

The ghost of passing time is on the wind my friends
Blowing through the splintered cracks of now and then
I remember hallowed halls of history
Where the ancients gathered in their gallery
Eternal breezes blew
The dust of me, the dust of you
Upon the bones of past
The flesh of future grew

Now's the time to fathom through the depths my friends
Where we once collided with the unkown ends
Of the stories woven in the tapestry
The myth of grand illusion and clairvoyancy
In this room tonight
Flickering in the candlelight
We are time and time has come
To make things right
We are time and time has come
To make things right