The seekers of a stellar race Have disappeared without a trace Could they have found the distant place They have longed to go Opposite four corners lie Rise to kiss to meet the sky In images the secrets hide How could they have known them Now Jupiter deceives the stars To dance in masquerade with mars While sabbath moon casts shadows far To wake a final dawn The heretics that gazed the sky Left us not a reason why Or did they try Painter of the stars Sailing the ghost ships of a poets mind Song silence dry bush in hand Spinning webs of images from the sun The windless ships have trimmed their sails To caravan beyond the the astral skies Why can't we just spread our wings and fly Oh how we try The flames of sorrow blazing on To light the sun of babylon While bloody moon lies dying on her own sword Dying long Child of tomorrow cries Unsung hero lays and dies Await the final sacrifice Another prophet song