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Fates Warning - Текст песни Prelude To Ruin
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 us to fall and yield
Your mind to the cynic
We should be held so high and not looked down upon
We are the root of the country
Our 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 is wild for hunting
Existence of any one thing has never
been but the prelude to ruin
Wars and temper tantrums are the make shifts of ignorance
Regrets illuminate depths beyond sin is fathomed
Wandering through the devil's field sowing his seed
Guardian angel guide us through the night
we compel the light through the Master's cityFates Warning - Prelude To Ruin - http://ru.motolyrics.com/fates-warning/prelude-to-ruin-lyrics.html
The Moerea control Eternal Destiny
The sisters all of three
Clotho she spun much pain on the web to live
Her thread so sensitive
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 mother's 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
We should be held so high and not looked down upon
We are the root of the country
Our 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 is wild for hunting
Existence of any one thing has never
been but the prelude to ruin