- at a point
where everything is born
and everything dies
all at the same time
- i watch in horror
as before my eyes
a blanket of night
consumes the sky
- a thunderous crash
thru pouring rain
if the sun returns
we’ll be free again
- moths cocoon and
out comes the butterfly
hells freeze and
all of the heavens die
- the stench of electricity
the lightning strikes
an eerie tension builds
in a forced state of night
- all things once held
protective and safe
show their true nature
their evil grinning face
- i stand under a big sky
and i take a deep breath
and i exhale smoke and fire
the Ashes Of Time start to pile
- the storm blind and hungry
with insatiable need
for destruction and chaos
a world on which to feed
- the earth applauds the storm
violently shaking without sound
the trees bow down and tremble
no longer tall and proud
- a stubborn old pine defies the storm
but the tempest is aware of his sin
with an arm of lightning it reaches down
and murders the pine from within
- the once friendly wind
now cold with wicked intent
drives the rain escorts the storm
until its worth is spent
- a fire spreads from the stubborn old pine
fed by the dying breeze
it lifts its head lashing out at the sky
and moves on to the other trees
- i cower below the storm
in a clearing where once stood a home
behind the storm lay miles of ruin
a wasteland when its all said and done
- dying flames lick at the ground
but to no avail
the wind their fuel has left them
drenched in the rain that fell
- i stand under a big sky
and i take a deep breath
and i exhale smoke and fire
the Ashes Of Time start to pile
- our civilization in ruins
and the wilderness never quite the same
but the sun shall soon return
and we’ll be free again
- as i sob to the ground of my loss
it stills as if to listen
the trees stand up embarrassed
their tears on the grass glisten
- the clouds are stubborn
and stay for a while
but alone they are harmless
and flee from my victorious smile
- now the wounds the wounds
they’re long gone
but the scars the scars
they remain
- they’re right here to remind me
of where in this hell i’ve been
but i don’t know the end
its no friend of mine
- i stand under a big sky
and i take a deep breath
and my dreams quickly fade to horrible nightmares
and the Ashes Of Time start to pile
Ya'll are doing a great job. Keep it up. We'll be out to see ya in soon, and look forward to seein' ya. Does Zack still play the Fender 12 string? Thanks guys,
Hey guys. Just wanted to say thanks for doing the show with us this past Saturday at The Stage Stop. I wish I didn't have to leave but I had to be up early. From what I understand, yall rocked out. Oh yeah, thanks again to Matt for the xyz... you rock!!! We were sad to hear about Jack's accident so it was good to see him and the mrs. up and out on the road to recovery. We kept you in our thoughts and prayers. Rock on!!!
Yo, Ashes... Nice page changes! Just out banner shopping, thought I'd drop by. Come visit D. Lizzie before the Ashes of Time run out!!! Don't make me send my buddy Frank...!
hey jack you and the rest of the band has got to start calling me and letting me know when your concerts are cuz i never talk to zack so just get my number from him and start calling me to let me know when the concerts are expecially this next one. k ttyl
