Prelude To Ruin
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 minds
Their ally is time for us to fall and yield our might
We should be held so high and not looked down upon
We are the root of our 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 if wild for hunting.
Existance 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 Devil's field
Sowing his seed
Guardian angels guide us through the night,
We compel the light through the Master's city
The Moerea control Eternal Destiny
The sisters all of three
Clotho she spun much pain on the web to live
Her thread so sensitive.
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 Mother's 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
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 if wild for hunting
Existance of anyone thing
Has never been but the prelude to ruin
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 minds
Their ally is time for us to fall and yield our might
We should be held so high and not looked down upon
We are the root of our 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 if wild for hunting.
Existance 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 Devil's field
Sowing his seed
Guardian angels guide us through the night,
We compel the light through the Master's city
The Moerea control Eternal Destiny
The sisters all of three
Clotho she spun much pain on the web to live
Her thread so sensitive.
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 Mother's 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
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 if wild for hunting
Existance of anyone thing
Has never been but the prelude to ruin