Let Marble be the cold floor
upon which your memories walk.

As cities are fed our young,
To quench their thirst for life,
The machine, rusty and dying
Screams for more,
Cries out,
With its every last breath,
Death...

We push further into the abyss,
Deeper into oblivion,
Our only moon,
A tide,
Made ready for the turning...

Eyes,
Blind to all they see,
Watch forests fall,
Asphalt snakes,
Twist through jungles
All consuming,
Ever ready...

Drunken tales of gods
Pass over distilled lips,
Into a jungle of belief,
In these Taverns of futility,
Tongues,
Dripping wet.
Bring forth lies

Let history tell it all
Let history be your epitaph.

Face me
On this day of reckoning,
sing for me
Of a truth from within,
Let me hear your song,
Sung from a heart so true.
Sing,
As men once sang,
Of conquests,
Of maidens fair,
Bring from within,
To the forefront of your souls
An everlasting peace.

Let those with hearts speak,
Let the charity fanfare be silent,
Let man be one,
Let Nature's reality be reborn as a whole,
Those seeking power and wealth be cast aside.

Let us take back our fields,
Plant seeds,
To grow true,
Let the young run wild
On fields
Where the only sound,  the sound of life
Let the hunters be extinct,
Let the machines die,
Let man be king,
Woman be queen,
Seek truth,
Around fires of warmth.

Let the forests be our home,
A canvas of stars be our roof,
Let the whale sing of oceans,
Let the Eagle sing of skies,
Let mice sing of greatness
Let man be humble,
Trend softly.
Walk this earth,
On a tightrope of peace..

Let this be a warning,
Of mans mortality.
Let the storyteller reign supreme

His story ..
Long dead, long forgotten,
Pass through your realm of dreams

His stories tell of hunger -
His stories tell of War.

Gypsy