Prelude to Ruin Lyrics

	作词 : Arch, Matheos
	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 you to fall and yield
	Your mind to the cynic
	They should be held so high and not looked
	Down upon
	They are the root of the country. The 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 if 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 to late. Depth beyond sin
	Is fathomed
	Wandering through the devils field sowing
	His seed
	Guardian angel guide us through the night
	We compel
	His long constant fight.
	The more they control eternal destiny
	The sisters all of three.
	Clotho she spun the web to live the
	Thread so tentative. 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 mothers 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

	zuo ci : Arch, Matheos
	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 you to fall and yield
	Your mind to the cynic
	They should be held so high and not looked
	Down upon
	They are the root of the country. The 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 if 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 to late. Depth beyond sin
	Is fathomed
	Wandering through the devils field sowing
	His seed
	Guardian angel guide us through the night
	We compel
	His long constant fight.
	The more they control eternal destiny
	The sisters all of three.
	Clotho she spun the web to live the
	Thread so tentative. 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 mothers 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

	zuò cí : Arch, Matheos
	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 you to fall and yield
	Your mind to the cynic
	They should be held so high and not looked
	Down upon
	They are the root of the country. The 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 if 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 to late. Depth beyond sin
	Is fathomed
	Wandering through the devils field sowing
	His seed
	Guardian angel guide us through the night
	We compel
	His long constant fight.
	The more they control eternal destiny
	The sisters all of three.
	Clotho she spun the web to live the
	Thread so tentative. 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 mothers 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

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