Lords of the Trident - Reaper's Hourglass

Sands of time
falling down
Fighting to turn it upside down

Your time has come
Said the spectre unto me
But these shackles of hate
Won’t set me free

The pact was sealed
One last chance to set things right
Trade my soul for sand
Set my path alight

Grains of sand
hold your ground
Now to the glass forever bound

Within my shell reborn

There will be
Nothing left of me
It’s the price I pay to pull you under
Broken free
from your heresy
As you drown under the sand

Carry your debt
Like the cross around your neck
Conceal your guilt
And keep your eyes in check

Gather your men
Fortify your gilded walls
No price you pay
Can stop me now

Stone by stone
Watch you fall
Now is the time I reap it all



The glass is slowly drained
Inside my soul contained
Before the last grain falls
My sword will find them all

There will be
Nothing left of me
It’s the price I pay to pull you under
Wait and see
What you’ve done to me
I will hear no words of clemency
Broken free
from your heresy
As you drown under the sand