It is time
The time to go away
A time to disapear
The time to go or stay

When the earth beneath your feet
Cracks and calls the thunder
Of your rage don’t be afraid
but focus on the tiles moving through

And I curse the ocean floor
The only place where man is safe
From her my guest, my favourite pest
My mother of the Earth

I, father of the Day
Grand daddy to time
You, mother of the way
Spectre of the tide

So take these hearts
That pound away
The lives in vain
And the saddened day

From the dust we are born
And into the dust we shall return
Blessed be the earth
From the dust we are born
From the dust we shall return

I know who you are
You are the herder of innocent travellers on the road
you are going to be held to account
for the things you have done do you know that, do you?

Cursed be the ground for our sake
Both thorn and thistles it should bring forth, for us.
For out of the ground we were taken for the dust we are,
and to the dust we shall return