Has the dawn ever seen your eyes? Have the days made you so unwise? Realize, you are
Had you talked to the winds of time Then you'd know how the waters rhyme Taste of wine
How can you know where you've been? In time, you'll see the sign And realize your sin
Will you know how the seed is sown? All your time has been overgrown Never known Have you walked on the stones of years? When you speak, is it you that hears? Are your ears full? You can't hear anything at all.
Part III : Iconoclast
Part IV : Mass
The preacher said a prayer, save every single hair on his head He's dead The minister of hate had just arrived too late to be spared Who cared?
The weaver in the web that he made
The pilgrim wandered in, committing every sin that he could So good The cardinal of grief was set in the belief he'd be saved From the grave
The weaver in the web that he made
The high priest took a blade to bless the ones that prayed And all obeyed The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time A sign
The weaver in the web that he made
A bishop rings a bell a cloak of darkness fell across the ground Without a sound The silent choir sing and in their silence bring jaded sound Harmonic ground
The weaver in the web that he made
Part V: Manticore
Part VI : Battlefield Clear the battlefield and let me see All the profit from our victory You talk of freedom, starving children fall Are you deaf when you hear the season's call?
Were you there to watch the earth be scorched? Did you stand beside the spectral torch? Now the leaves of sorrow turned their face Scattered on the ashes of disgrace
Every blade is sharp, the arrows fly Where the victims of your armies lie Were the blades of grass and arrows rain Then there'd be no sorrow, be no pain
Part VII: AquatarkusTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
