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Prophecies of the DyingHide from the curious,Hide from the coward Your safety's in secrecy And found means dead Born in Babylon By the bloody veins of fate... The great seer saw the arms talk The blades darkened by blood He saw from the temples top The fall of the towers He cried when the young man fell on his knees Hand on his wound... He climbed the stairs of the temple And heard the sound of copper bells Echoing through the endless halls He saw the black flowers bloom And felt the rising of shadows Deep within his own mind... A day of wind and rain An infinity of endless space Cosmic strobes forming patterns Only he could see Drowned in tideless pools No haven for his mind He sailed the depths of apathy alone... "Can't you hear it Hear the serpent wail Come with me I'll leave with the tide My path leads to darkness I hope we'll meet on the way..." |