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It was a concept born in space

Brought forth by necessity

In an unstained place

Of infinite possibility

Each question and its answer

Flares and fades between

The footsteps of this dancer

Whose feet are never seen

Spiritus, mors, fides, sors

A system carving existence

Into segments which we live

Cycle of many faces

Of which I am a captive

Spiritus, mors, fides, sors

The emperor of millenia

Past and future

Father of all centuries

The prince of infinity

Lord of fate

Ominous and great

Vicious circle without borders

Surrounding the past, present and future

Made of his moves all those generations

Abstract master of fallen memories

Whisper threatening my whole existence

Marching overlord cuts my contemplation

Time has time enough, he never flies

Rolling far and washing the past away

Mirroring the stars and the blue skies

Cradling children at the end of the day

Strong he can stand, to him all is known

Justice is his but not his alone

The almighty dictator's Timeless

Vicious circle without borders

Surrounding the past, present and future

Made of his moves all those generations

Abstract master of fallen memories

Whisper threatening my whole existence

Marching overlord cuts my contemplation

Thousands of dials

Are twisting in my mind

To gnawing fear I am consigned

Preacher of the present

The old and yet to be

God of the fathomless sea