The wall on which the prophets wroteIs cracking at the seamsUpon the instruments of deathThe sunlight brightly gleams
And moonlight darkly beamsWhen every man is torn apartWith nightmares and with dreamsWill no one lay the laurel wreathThe silence drowns the screams
Confusion will be my epitaphAs I crawl, a cracked and broken path
And found my way to the telegraphIf we make it, we can all sit back and laughBut I fear tomorrow I’ll be cryingYes, I fear tomorrow I’ll be cryingYes, I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying
Between the iron gates of fate
Is it really worth the waitThe seeds of time were sown
Four winds around all blownAnd watered by the deeds of thoseWho know and are known
Mostly warriors home grownWell, knowledge is a deadly friend
Of my kingdom there is no endWhen no one sets t
