Blotted skies subdue stellar cries

Bleeding out from the pillars

Nebula of Aquila

You have served a killer



Time warps these hallowed grounds

As if to draw a line in the sand

Time brings disdain for the weak

Time is what I have

With Reaper Squads still dispatching

You place your hopes on pillars crashing



Time is a clock on the wall we command

And its hands made from pillars of sand

On our watch we don’t seek what we find

Left bereft by the passage of time



I have built an empire

On the dust of Alshain

Collection sails extract the Enocules

From vast mines in space



And so, we live as ageless men

From the time the reaction begins

The dispenser is strapped to your wrist

You are shackled to my every whim

You are enslaved by the promise of tomorrow

You’ve paid the price for the time that you borrow



Time is a clock on the wall we command

And its hands made from pillars of sand

On our watch we don’t seek what we find

Left bereft by the passage of time



Time moves like a crack in glass

Sometimes slow, sometimes fast

We all know the fate of the pane

But we move forth, piling on more strain

On the glass of melted sand

Forged by our greedy hands

On a path we choose to belie

It makes us feel alive



Pillars of sand fall down as gravity remands

The bones of the dead in a dusty mist

Pillars of sand cannot ascend

Such are we at the point of the obelisk



As Reapers dock in the Cygnus Port

My eyes are captured by the pillars

Nebula of Aquila

Your skies have never been stiller



We have come upon the line

Where gravity intercepts with time

Time is without mass

And cannot exist in broken glass

The unrepentant nature of all

Everything falls 



Time is a clock on the wall we command

And its hands made from pillars of sand

On our watch we don’t seek what we find

Left bereft by the passage of time