To all that once was calm and fair
To bows unharmed and swords in dust
Don't let the mem'ry falter there

Eyes ablaze as they declare
Their one and final truce of trust
To all that once was calm and fair

The drums that strike, the horns that blare
Did cease their suit and so they must
Not let the mem'ry falter there

And man have told us to beware
The nets of virtue and the stings of lust
To all that once was calm and fair

To every scared and silent prayer
O'er the tombstones of disgust
Don't let the mem'ry falter there

The king of beast that with a deathly stare
Laid down his life and let it rust
To all that once was calm and fair
Don't let the mem'ry falter there

There's the faith of one in dismal hope
A tattered cloak and worn out shoes
All through the scorning of the misanthrope  
And tearful laughter of a blues

The steps I follow blindly run
And paced beyond their own capacity
Beyond all faith there's more to come
The blinded dreams but cannot see

Hunger, satisfied, will crave for more
Abundance abounds not within prosperity
Prosperity grew her greed and fed on war
The war grew out of all prolixity

And yet we danced our nights away
In every stream of grace we drowned
The time that buries yet another day
Will ressurect the corpses that it found

On heaven's banks no star was seen, no moon dared cast her light
Oceans of this world roared in all their power
When a lone, deserted ship assailed the seas that night  

I stood a long time watching from my half deserted tower
- Watched the waves subdue the ship and all its men -
Night casts a fear of timelessness on every waking hour

My crooked hands could not wield this storm once it began  
From lack of influence my heart could not yield pity  
Nor could I entrust my mind to any solemn honour then  

I grew red roses for all guilt that had befallen me
Cast them deep into the water - but wrongly did I claim my right -
For their thorns pierced through the fragile ***** of the sea

And left the sea more red with bleeding than could be healed within my might
And on heaven's bank no star is seen, no moon dares cast her light

Pride stands firmly at the height of fashion
And greed reclaims all kindness it once gave
Although the night still has her passion
And our feeble hearts be still as brave

Though utterance has fled the tongues of men
And left the meaning tied to silent thought
Our verse is bound to answer if it can
And survive in the valley where it's wrought

There busy grieves in barren wastelands
Flow from wells of isolation
Into the loving night that clasps the hands
Of evr'y tribe, of every forlorn nation

In all vows of human ingenuity
There lies a soul that died to set it free

As the lights of the world are fading
In the dark we've looked for truth in vain
For truth is vaulted when oppressed with persuading
And the fool wears out the answers to the very same

The light turned shallow, has darkened and died
But in the death of truth took justice too
Yet justice will be strained and has denied
Her wrong, in all the right she has been through

And all the truths again will come around
That day when pure justice sets them free
For there is no perfection to be found

Surely death cannot host these timeless ends
For beyond the end nothing is confined
A tomb unchained cannot restore amends

Beyond the error that's been all but spent
There's rest in the reason of a spotless mind
Surely death cannot host this timeless end

Eternity found us farther than that time when time relents
And closed the curtain of a stage we had designed
A tomb unchained cannot restore amends

That stage wore out the work of her own hand
The act refrained, its players had resigned
Surely death cannot host this timeless end

Beyond the life and death of human judgements
The course of justice will be strained and blind
A tomb unchained cannot restore amends

T'is an opened grave on which our way depends
And eternity will keep the keys behind
Surely death cannot host these timeless ends
Nor could a tomb unchained restore amends

I fled the battling for peace at the dying of the light
At the fall of evening and her stars
For this world keeps waxing, and t'is her right
To live through her tales and fight all of her wars

The noise of tomorrow lulled me to sleep
Yet her desperate cries too pursued their way
And summoned my conscience out of the misty deep
The yoke of tomorrow is left weightless at the summit of her play

In the dead of that night, the dark was set ablaze
When a great fire trembled up future's mighty monument
But it bore no meaning at that place
For it leaves all in ashes and is content

Fire turns to ashes, ashes to dust
And hence I thought all evil had shed away
But a fierce wind set in, and in its  hands I trust
The remnants of my hopes, my love slightly lost along the way

Storms are fragile under the weight of immortality
Time's undying and all will turn to nothingness
For the storm; it came and went and left her soul to me
An empty soul, deprived of all her dreams and idleness

Dawn blew her trumpet for the heraldry of morn
The battle for peace was fought and won, and hence
The noise of tomorrow was left into the hands of empty scorn
And all the rest was utter silence