The earth revolutions as the metric of our days
 How many left before this blow away?
 Rotating spheres dancing in the blackest night
 As the eyes of the sky counting the days before we die
 Round are the circles of time
 Thirty thousands days ad we die
 Round are the circles of time
 Before and after, what do all that mean
 Is there a way to control the realm?
 As an infant born under the moon
 Time is a journey from the cradle to the tomb
 Deathclock disillusion as the countdown to the end
 Thirty thousands days to understand the blend
 Why is everything turning again and again and again
 Round are the circles of time
 Thirty thousand days and we die
 Round are the circles of time
 Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
 These are the words of religious crust
 Selling human the evil dance
 Enjoy your time before the fence
 If ever a preacher came in front of me
 In the wish to feed me with holy verses
 To purify my soul of deepest sin
 He would face the fury of the deceived heretic
 Ashes to ashes dust to dust
 We're feeling deeper now
 The taste of dust
 Under the sun within the shadows
 Condemned to live in the kingdom of sorrow