Huntsmen - In Time, All Things Lyrics

The blood rain on the mountainside
The slow turning of the rising tide
The fire of the sun that wilts and heals
The skull that's crushed beneath the wheel
In time, all things
The creeping growth of ancient woods
The inching death of all that's good
The force of the hand that yearns and takes
The blue-black mirror of the moonlit lake
In time, all things
In time, all things
The wind that guides the arrow to its mark
The loneliness that reaches in the dark
The truth when found gives only pain
The leaves are waiting for the rain
The blood rain
On the mountainside,
The blue-black
Moonlit lake,
The skull that
Whispers softly
In time,
All things
The dry land,
The unflinching stars,
The low stone wall
In time, all things
The sand bleeds
Into oceans
The stars shaken free
The blue-black mirror of the moonlit lake"