Of Dust And Nations-Thrice

The towers that shoulder your pride, The words you've written in stone, Sand will cover them, Sand will cover you. The streets that suffer your name, Your very flesh and your bones, Sand will cover them, Sand will cover you. So put your faith, In more than steel, Don't store your treasures up, With moth and rust, Where thieves break in and steal. Pull the fangs, From out your heel. We live in but a shadow of the real. Step out from time, See the dust of nations. Step out from time, Hear the stars' ovation. Saturn will not sleep until, The sand has made us clean Still we stack our stones and bury what we can, But it all will be undone, And nothing built under the Sun, Will ever stand before the endless march of sand. So put your faith, In more than steel, Don't store your treasures up, With moth and rust, Where thieves break in and steal. Pull the fangs, From out your heel. We live in but a shadow of the real. So put your faith, In more than steel, Don't store your treasures up, With moth and rust, Where thieves break in and steal. Pull the fangs, From out your heel. We live in but a shadow of the real....