[Intro] Time is not a river... An endless loop, ever-turning. History does not repeat— It remembers, always learning. Every moment lived, every moment lost... Waits to be found again— But at what cost? [Verse 1] In the halls where time bends and sways, The Menders weave through endless days. A future dark, where all things fade, They seek to mend the price they've paid.​ [Chorus] O Ouroboros, your circle tight, A serpent's bite in endless night. Through fractured time, they strive to heal, Yet truth and trust may not be real.​ [Verse 2] Mender Silos, with eyes that see All paths that were and yet will be. Once Nemesis, now seeking grace, To alter fate, to change his place.​ [Bridge] They opened doors once sealed by fate, To those who'd love, avenge, or hate. Heroes, villains—each one tried To fix the past or stem the tide. What strength it takes to not look back, Or lose yourself upon the track. [Final Chorus] O Ouroboros, your threads unwind, In every choice, what truths we find. We chase the ghosts of days gone by, To grasp a future we defy. [Outro] So sing of those who twist the threads, Of time and fate, where none are led. The Menders' song, a tale untold, Of futures lost and futures bold.​ [Fade Out] Every moment lived, every moment lost, And all the bridges that we've crossed. The thread is mended... but never the same. Every choice leaves a scar, and we're to blame. Changing the past may sound fun or appealing, But time is not a river—It's a wound, slowly healing.