Once a man stood, a wandering monk for sure
Draped in a hood, alone upon the moor
He said to us all: "Seek and you shall find"
He said to us: "Go, there's wealth that's left behind"

And so we set out on this lonely quest
By the act of will of our holy guest

Grains of sand in the wind
We journeyed through lands forgotten by man
With noone asking us why

Grains of sand in the wind
We gave of our time as years went by
With noone telling us why

When we returned to ask our guest explain
Our homes were burned and nothing did remain

Sands of time in the wind
The bottle ran dry as years went by
With noone asking us why

Why we were grains of sands in the wind
And the monk for sure had opened the door
To put a curse on the moor