There is a trend, a flow, a stream
Whoever calls it, however it's called
It doesn't obey, it doesn't listen
For whom cursing it, for whom blessing it
It is no less and no more
Singing the signs, damning the dawn
The sun will rise, followed by the moon
Together they dance, to the rythm of the time
Fellow, do not fall, the path is narrow
Until the fallen ones are retrieved
Forever one shall be deceived
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
There is a trend, a flow, a stream
Whoever calls it, however it's called
It doesn't obey, it doesn't listen
For whom cursing it, for whom blessing it
It is no less and no more
Singing the signs, damning the dawn
The sun will rise, followed by the moon
Together they dance, to the rythm of the time
Fellow, do not fall, the path is narrow
Until the fallen ones are retrieved
Forever one shall be deceived
