Sands of Time - Witchbound

Endless dark, the town’s asleep — in every cabin someone weeps

The blight is creeping for some other prey

He didn’t leave, but tried his best — to save the townsmen from the pest

All medic gone but he did choose to stay — did not turn away

Staring at the stars each night, waiting for a sign

Writing down four lines — a vision to rhyme

There’s no way to flee the true prophecy

Who will stop the sands of time?

He was born a merchant’s son — called Michel de Nostredame

Divinations that will stand all tim

Favoured by the Medici — his art of haling and foresee

The secret of his quatrains, can’t you see?

They’re pure mystery

Staring at the stars each night, waiting for a sign

Writing down four lines — a vision to rhyme

There’s no way to flee the true prophecy

Who will stop the sands of time?

Through centuries and history — time will show what’s wrong and what’s right

Did the stars lie or was he alight — did he have the might

To see through the night — to the other side

Staring at the stars each night, waiting for a sign

Writing down four lines — a vision to rhyme

There’s no way to flee the true prophecy

Who will stop the sands of time?

Staring at the stars each night, waiting for a sign (Et tempus fugit — ut

mortem vincit)

Writing down four lines — a vision to rhyme

There’s no way to flee the true prophecy

Who will stop the sands of time?