Besedila: Accept. Blood of the Nations. Time Machine.

The hands keep on turning, the pendulum just swings
Prisoners upon this rock, flying without wings
Captured in a moment, still the hours chimed
Joining closer as it shifted with the sands of time

Parallel dimensions, gears fall into place
Driven by an unseen force, swelling into space

Out beyond the rainbow, cross the milky way
Passengers without a choice, slowly turning gray

On through the night, shine on forever
Going insane as we ride the time machine
On through the night, shine on forever
Going insane as we ride the time machine
Ride the time machine

Waiting for no one, relative to none
Answering to not a thing, except the rising sun

Bouncing on this fabric, at the speed of light

Connecting points of futures past, is its only plight

Out beyond the rainbow, cross the milky way
Passengers without a choice, slowly turning gray

On through the night, shine on forever
Going insane as we ride the time machine
Ride the time machine

Passengers without a choice, hanging by a string
Spending with a hands of time, flying without wings

On through the night, shine on forever
Going insane as we ride the time machine
On through the night, shine on forever
Going insane as we ride the time machine
Ride the time machine