Prelude to ruin

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