The seekers of a stellar race 

Have disappeared without a trace 

Could they have found the distant place 

They have longed to go 



Opposite four corners lie 

Rise to kiss to meet the sky 

In images the secrets hide 

How could they have known them 



Now jupiter deceives the stars 

To dance in masquerade with mars 

While sabbath moon casts shadows far 

To wake a final dawn 

The heretics that gazed the sky 

Left us not a reason why 

Or did they try 



Painter of the stars 

Sailing the ghost ships of a poets mind 

Song silence dry bush in hand 

Spinning webs of images from the sun 



The windless ships have trimmed their sails 

To caravan beyond the the astral skies 

Why can't we just spread our wings and fly 

Oh how we try 



The flames of sorrow blazing on 

To light the sun of babylon 

While bloody moon lies dying on her own sword 

Dying long 



Child of tomorrow cries 

Unsung hero lays and dies 

Await the final sacrifice 

Another prophet song