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Tiden er Omme (Crossing the Line)

This song was created for Game of Bands round 243 : "Game of Bands Story"

Lyrics:

The rotten stench of decaying time
The mark of impending doom
The world is now silent--no melody, no rhyme
As they scramble to find some room

The blind struggle to find and cross the line
As the darkness creeps
The world is turning black--they're running out of time
For the grim reaper has come to reap

You struggle, that one last fight
Before the world is rid of its light
But today, it wasn't meant to be
As the embrace of death envelopes thee

Tiden er Omme (4x)

The sands flow in reverse, back in time
The cycle destined to repeat
The world is silent once more, as by design
Will another cycle be complete

The dead crawls, struggling to reach the line
But you can now see
The world is turning black--you're running out of time
The grim reaper comes, but now you're ready

You struggle, that one last fight
Before the world is rid of its light
Now today, it was meant to be
From the shackles of death, you now are free

Tiden er Omme (4x)
[Exit]

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