words of silk,they fall like tears

the hour of darkness drawing near

as ragged time slips away

the frozen spirits, lead the way

The willing prophet speaks of times

better served by crossing lines

The silent dreamer dreams away

looking to a brighter day

The Bloody storms roll back the years

the falling winters disappear

their absent eyes hold back their tears

their frozen hearts reveal their fears


The willing prophet speaks of times

better served by crossing lines

The silent dreamer dreams away

looking to a brighter day

the missing shores on which we stand

will provide the death of man

visions of truth beyond our sight

burning brightly in the night


The willing prophet speaks of times

better served by crossing lines

The silent dreamer dreams away

looking to a brighter day