Part 1: Eruption
Part 2: Stones of Years
Has the dawn ever seen your eyes?
Have the days made you so unwise?
Realize, you are.
Had you talked to the winds of time,
Then you'd know how the water rhyme,
Taste of wine,
How can you know where you've been?
In time you'll see the sign
And realize your sin.
Will you know how the seed is sown?
All your time has been overgrown,
Never known.
Have you walked on the stones of years?
When you speak, is it you that hears?
Are your ears full?
You can't hear anything at all.
Part 3: Iconoclast
Part 4: Mass
The preacher said a prayer
save every single hair on his head
he's dead
The minister of hate
had just arrived too late to be spared
who cared
The weaver in the web that he made
The pilgrim wandered in
committing every sin that he could
so good
The coroner of grief
was set in the belief he'd be saved
from the grave
The weaver in the web that he made
[Instrumental Interlude]
The high priest took a blade
To bless the ones who ?(played)
?(and all obeyed)
The messenger appeared
Is slowly drawing nearer to the time
a sign
The weaver in the web that he made
A bishop rings a bell
A cloak of darkness fell across the ground
without a sound
The silent choir sing
and in their silence bring ?() sound
?(harmonic crown)
The weaver in the web that he made
Part 5: Manticore
Part 6: Battlefield
Clear the battlefield and let me see
All the profit from our victory.
You talk of freedom, starving children fall
Are you deaf when you hear the season's call?
Were you there to watch the earth be scorched?
Did you stand beside the spectral torch?
Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face,
Scattered on the ashes of disgrace.
Ev'ry blade is sharp; the arrows fly
Where the victims of your armies lie,
Where the bladed of brass and arrows rein
Then there will be no sorrow,
Be no pain.
Part 7: Aquatarkus
