Testo Prelude

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 DestinyThe sisters all of three

Clotho she spun much pain on the web to live Her thread so sensitive.

Lachesis she measured out the yearsAtropos 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