fates warning
prelude to ruin
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