Look to sunrise man tell me what you see
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The eagle has flown underground abandoned
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You abonded me
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Fifty two falling stars are burning up the sky
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Blazing torch falls to the ocean bottom where
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Black predictions lie
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Have you faith in scripture visions of kings
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Reaper of reality your destiny the sisters sing
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Vultures scavenge the subsconsious of your
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Mind
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Their ally is time for you to fall and yield
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Your mind to the cynic
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They should be held so high and not looked
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Down upon
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They are the root of the country. The roots
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So firm and tranquil, when will the spirits be
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Welcomed, listen the music is heard again.
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When there are lofty high roof tops carved
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Walls and yielding crops
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When the palace is wild for lusting. When
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The forest if wild for hunting. Existance
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Of anyone thing has never been but the
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Prelude to ruin
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Wars and temper tantrums are the make-
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Shifts of ignorance
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Regrets illuminate to late. Depth beyond sin
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Is fathomed
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Wandering through the devils field sowing
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His seed
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Guardian angel guide us through the night
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We compel
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His long constant fight. The moerea they call
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Your destiny the sisters all of three.
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Clotho she spun the web to live the
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Thread so tentative. Lachesis she measured
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Out the years. Atropos cuts the thread
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With her shears.
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Time Time Time an imaginary line mine not
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Yours nor yours mine
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They lead the blind back to mothers womb
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Tomb of the unborn child
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Coming events cast their shadows before
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Wintery wind the eye of the storm witness
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The past the future
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Holds more prelude to ruin
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Prelude To Ruin
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| Fates Warning |
