as mountains crumble

the mountains crumble

turn to dust in the breeze

fade in solar winds

plunge into the depths

boulders crack

ground by mills of time

but on the verge of the chasm of time

crawling

the spider of chaos

and its spark of divine beauty

snatches the last grain of sand

overwhelming and eternal

the highest peaks of mountains

turn the strips of dust

as the heavens turn

the mountains tumble

and seas will come to boil

but on the verge of the chasm of time

crawling

the spider of chaos

and its spark of divine beauty

snatches the last grain of sand

and all will be born again

as the shores of time takes shape

the seed of iron will sprout

and the sea will sing its song

but on the verge of the chasm of time

crawling

the spider of chaos

and its spark of divine beauty

snatches the last grain of sand