Wise Dragon - Aimsir

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This thing, it creeps with silent tread,
Steals your breath, leaves words unsaid.
It takes the young, it bends the old,
Turns the fire of life to cold.


Oh, time devours, it never slows,
Turns the mountain into stone flows.
It slays the king, it breaks the steel,
Takes what’s real, makes it feel—
Like a dream that fades away…


Rivers run, but they don’t stay,
Winds will dance, then drift away.
Flowers bloom and then they fall,
Nothing lasts—no, not at all.

Oh, time devours, it never slows,
Turns the mountain into stone flows.
It slays the king, it breaks the steel,
Takes what’s real, makes it feel—
Like a dream that fades away…

The clock hands move, they twist and turn,
The fire fades, the embers burn…
The stars above will shine so bright,
But even they will lose their light…


Oh, time devours, it never slows,
Turns the mountain into stone flows.
It slays the king, it breaks the steel,
Takes what’s real, makes it feel—
Like a dream that fades away…

Like a dream… that fades away…