No decadence with a crazy name
On top of rocky hills, he sets his gaze.
Upon streets of golden waves, his humility sits for days.
And checks our plays.
And with piles of stones, and some pretty feathers, a handful of sand,
Now he can predict the weather and the faces all want to know
The hunt will show, when the moon is low
Stars they fall, fall upon an unknown sun.
Waiting for the days he knows that just won’t last
His eyes are focused, they set the schemes
But let God make the trees, everything else is undetermined.
Should you take him away from here,
Will you please bring him back
Cause the harvest will suffer and a famished plague of children become old, so bored
If he does not stay, does not stay
Where was he from? Where did he go?
Now the tortured lives take themselves by surprise
??Find him on and sell him for blood dripping from his side??
Stars they fall, fall upon an unknown sun.
Waiting for the days he knew that just wouldn’t last
His hands have fallen in the shade, he sleeps, let God push the breeze. Everything else is undetermined.
As calm as the summer breeze, he left with no apologies.
Upon the hills sit silhouettes, that cover and can see everything
Stars they fall, fall beneath the burning sun
Listen to the days, but how they ended so fast
Cloaked in silence, died with the schemes,
They say God holds the keys everything else is…..
We’ll never know, never confess to it.
The essence they all stay here, no proof around untimely
Seems like a faded memory.
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Lyrics submitted by Phaedos.