Tarkus: i. Eruption / ii. Stones of Years / iii. Iconoclast / iv. Mass / v. Manticore / vi. Battlefield / vii. Aquatarkus

Has the dawn ever seen your eyes?
Have the days made you so unwise?
Realize you are
Have you talked to the winds of time?
Then'd you know how the waters rhyme
Taste of wine

How can you know where you'd been?
In time you'll see the sign
And realize your sins

Will you know how the seed is sown?
All your time has been overgrown
Never known
Have you walked on the stones of years?
When you speak is it you that hears?
Are your ears full?
You can't hear anything at all

The preacher said a prayer
Save every single hair on his head
He's dead
The minister of hate
Had just arrived too late to be spared
Who cared?
The weaver in the web that he made

The pilgrim wandered in
Committing every sin that he could
So good
The cardenal of grief
Was set into believe he'd be saved
From the grave
The weaver in the web that he made

The high priest took a blade
To bless the ones that prayed
And all obeyed
The messenger of fear
Is slowly growing nearer to the time
A sign
The weaver in the web that he made

A bishop rings a bell
A cloak of darkness fell across the ground
Without a sound
The silent choir sing
And in ther silence bring jaded sound,
Harmonic ground
The weaver in the web that he made

Clear the battefield and let me see
All the profits from our victory
You talk of freedom, starving children fall
Are you deaf when you hear the season's call?

Where you there to watch the earth be scorched?
Did you stand beside the spectral torch?
Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face
Scattered on the ashes of disgrace

Every blade is sharp; the arrows fly
Where the victims of your armies lie
Where the blades of grass and arrows reign
Then there'll be no sorrow, be no pain