Look to sunrise man tell me what you see
The eagle has flown underground abandoned you abandoned me
Fifty two burning 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 subconcious of your mind
Their ally is time for you to fall and yield your mind to the cynic
They should be held so high and not looked down upon
They are the root of the country
The roots so firm and tranquil
When will the spirits be welcomed
Listen, the music is heard again
When there are lofty high roof tops
Carved walls and yielding crops
When the palace is wild for lusting
When the forest is wild for hunting
Existence of any one thing
Has never been but the prelude to ruin
Wars and temper tantrums are the makeshifts of ignorance
Regrets illuminate too late, depth 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 web to live
The thread so tentative
Lachesis she measured out the years
Atropus cuts the thread with her shears
Time time time an imagery line
Mine not yours nor yours mine
They lead the blind back to the 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
