Look to sunrise man tell me what you see
The eagle has flown underground abandoned you
abandoned me
Fifty two falling stars are burning up the sky
Blazing torch falls to the ocean bottom where
black predictions lie
have you faith in scripture visions of kings
Reaper of reality your destiny the sisters sing
Vultures scavenge the subsconsious of our wandering minds
Their ally is time for all us to fall and yield
Our minds
We should be held so high and not looked down upon
We are the root of our country. Our roots
so firm and tranquil, when will the spirits be
welcomed, listen the music is heard again.
When there are lofty high roof tops and carved
walls and yielding crops
Palaces wild for the lusting. When
the forest is wild for hunting. Existence
of anyone thing has never been but the
prelude to ruin
Wars and temper tantrums are the make-
shifts of ignorance
Regrets illuminate. Depths beyond sin
is fathomed
Wandering through the devils field sowing
his seed
Guardian angel guide us through the night
we compel
His long constant fight. the Moerea they call
your destiny the sisters all of three.
Clotho she spun the tangled web to live the
thread so sensative. Lachesis she measured
out the years. Atropos cuts the thread
with her shears.
Time Time Time an imaginary line mine not
yours nor yours mine
They lead the blind back to mothers womb
tomb of the unborn child
Coming events cast their shadows before
wintery wind the eye of the storm witness
the past the future
Holds more prelude to ruin
We should be held so high and not looked down upon
We are the root of our country. Our roots
so firm and tranquil, when will the spirits be
welcomed, listen the music is heard again.
When there are lofty high roof tops and carved
walls and yielding crops
Palaces wild for the lusting. When
the forest is wild for hunting. Existence
of anyone thing has never been but...
(1st solo - F.A.)
(2nd solo - J.M.)
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