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Fates Warning

Prelude To Ruin

 

Prelude To Ruin

(álbum: Awaken The Guardian - 1986)


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 subconscious 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.
Existence 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 more 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

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