Tarkus

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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 waters 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.
Ii. Mass
The preacher said a prayer.
Save ev'ry single hair on his head.
He's dead.
The minister of hate had just arrived to late to be spared.
Who cared
The weaver in the web that he made
The pilgrim wandered in
Commiting ev'ry sin that he could
So good
The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd saved
From the grave
The weaver in the web that he made
The high priest took a blade
To bless the ones that prayed
And all obeyed.
The messenger of fear is slowly growing nearer to the time
A sign.
The weaver in the web that he made
A bishops rings a bell
A cloak of darkness fell across the ground
Without a sound
The silent choir sing and in their silence
Bring jaded sound harmonic ground.
The weaver in the web that he made
Iii. The 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 blades of brass and arrows reign
Then there will be no sorrow
Be no pain.