Stolen Years - Primordial

How many lives would

We have to live

Before we escape the hands

The hands of time

That stole our best years

Where the decades might

Breathe a little less

A little less of the night

Step bravely out into

The city lights tonight

Sweet blood is coursing

Through our veins

Darkness, it pulls so tight

Around us

Antidotes to all

Our years of pain