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 subconscious of your mind Their ally is time for us to fall and yield Your mind to the cynic
We should be held so high and not looked down upon We are the root of the 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, 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 make shifts of ignorance Regrets illuminate depths beyond sin is fathomed Wandering through the devil's field sowing his seed
Guardian angel 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 the 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, 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