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When you look at myself, what do you see? Do you see just a shadow of what I used to be? When you see me smiling, I am smiling for all the good TIMEs.

Before the war, there was a time, when songs like this could still make me cry. When you see me crying, I am crying for all the good TIMEs.

One moonless night, they came ashore. Tried to make us bow to their icons of lore. We would never choose their heaven, our heaven is all the good TIMEs.

Eternal life, who is it for, when your gods rule by the weapons of war and they build walls between us, and all the good TIMEs.

They poisoned our rivers, they burned our inns, to make us believe and to free us from sins. For us there is no salvation, our sins are all the good TIMEs.

We begged for mercy: "please let them live, they are the future and have so much to give'……now they live in the "all the good TIMEs" world.

What is my purpose, what is my goal? They have killed my kin and I am losing my soul. I would trade all glory of the world…. for all the good TIMEs.

All I have left is the songs that we sing, let the songs and music be our new king. To find our purpose in the world, let’s sing for all the good TIMEs.

Let’s sing for all the good TIMEs

Let’s sing for all the good TIMEs sake

Let’s sing for all the good TIMEs

Let’s hear it for all the good TIMEs sake

We are only pawns of LOVE and HATE, one move away from check-and-mate. We know that HATE will always divide, whatever LOVE tries to unite.

When the outcomes are not fair, TIME will notice, TIME will care. We may not live to see our justice, but we can feel it in the air.

When the leaves are falling to the ground, one story ends, another one is found. Your pagan hearts will still resound, from six feet underground.

Every day our future meets the past, we live it like it was our last. As long as our pagan hearts will ache, we live for all the good TIMEs sake.