Prophets of the Rising Dead - Timescape

Between time and space
I walk through dust
Led astray
A place so unreal
Pain even time cannot heal

See the monuments fall
And the rise of heretics
Regression by progress
Shadows made out of distress

For there is beauty withered in our lives
For there is beauty given in all

It’s not our purpose
Or our sense in life
To waste existence
Reflecting ancient tales

My aspiration
Searching to find
The truth within my heart
I will not grow old inside

So what the hell is time?
But the greatest strain of men
Of all mankind

Between time and space
I´ll find a way through the haze
A life with no fear
Now all i see will be clear

See the monuments shine
And the fall of hypocrites
These days will cast away
The shades of disarray

For there is beauty withered in our lives
For there is beauty given in all life