Has the dawn ever seen your eyes

Have the days made you so unwise

Realize you are

Had you talked to the winds of time

Then you'd know how the waters rhyme

Taste of wine

How can you know where you've been

In time you'll see the sign

And realize your sin

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

Said every single hair on his head

Is 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 cardinal of grief was set in the belief 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 bishops rings a bell

A cloak of darkness fell across the ground

Without a sound

The silent choir sing and in their silence

Bring jaded sound harmonic ground

The weaver in the web that he made

Clear the battlefield and let me see

All the profit from our victory

You talk of freedom starving children fall

Are you deaf when you hear the season's call

Were 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 rain

Then there'd be no sorrow be no pain