here come those sounds that i hear in my dreams
where astro-logic takes the place of reason
all is not well, all is not what it seems
star patterns in the sky change with the seasons
the warlock sees the watcher through the stars
eyes shall see all, lips shall not part
when will you die? when will I?
someday when young tears turn to dry
he could tell you all the truth
he could tell you all the facts
but he never speaks
and he does not react
the warlock sees the watcher through the stars
eyes shall see all, lips shall not part
there really are no answers, because there are no questions
we create them in our mind through superfluous reflection
leagues of men crushed into dust
all great planets collapse and rust
only he remains, still forced to watch
eyes remain open, they can never shut.
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