Look to sunrise man tell me what you see 

The eagle has flown underground abandoned 

You abonded 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 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 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 to 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. Atropos cuts the thread 

With her shears. 



Time Time Time an imaginary line mine not 

Yours nor yours mine 

They lead the blind back to 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