Prelude to Ruin - Live

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