The Time by Evil Sword Lyrics

Let us take the time to contemplate the seasons
The world is old
The year is long
May the seasons always come after each other in their order
In the way it’s always happened all along

Season of cold
A time of hiding in the holes
Season of sleep
Season of death
And then the season of awakening
We rise up from the mud
Open our eyes to see what little life is left
Season of sun
A time of growth
Another world grows out of the broken wreckage of the old one
Season of gold
A time of laughter
Time to harvest all of the laughter out of the children
Out of their faces till they can’t laugh
Until they can’t laugh
Until they can’t laugh
Let us take the time to contemplate the seasons
The world is old
The year is long
May the seasons always come after each other in their order
In the way it’s always happened all along

Season of cold
A time of waiting for the end
Season of sleep
Season of death
It is the season of forgetfulness to wander in the dark so long
That many of us never make it back again
Season of light
A time of squinting in the darkness
Till our eyes adjust and face the blazing fire’s height
Season of gold
A time of laughter
Time to harvest all of the voices out of the songs the children sing
Until they can’t say anything
Until they can’t laugh

And on and on and on and on and on