angry hands upon the wheel turn slow without a star the water turns to stone here i stand by lovely strategem when love is gone i ll invent again lady in ashes forget her name her beauty was matchless her nature untame and by now her face is far below still beneath the desert rivers flow take the sand in empty hand and then blow away and bring her back again and if you ask it dear one plays again her beauty was matchless her nature untame deathless hand in land where devils roam who with a switchblade cut the head of hope it s time to exchange the evil blow by blow without a star the water turns to stone if time is our master then i m lost again her beauty was matchless her nature untame