Singing the praise of yesterday
Visiting in the dark
No night in the light
Breaking free from the cage
That holds them
In the sound
The sweet glorious sound
That touches your ears
Of a million angels
Humming there song
Through that which was
And never will be
Into what is and shall be
From yesterday to tomorrow
Is the sound heard
Splitting darkness and shadows
To make room for light
And destroy all evil
From forth the outpost of man
Never does it rise
Into the world.
A shadowy creation
Living in the song
Preying of off its fear
To create itself
Anew at the end of the song
Before another can start
That he may begin his own set
Like fire to fire
Shall he circle the notes which he plays
Dissonant on his recorder
And pure evil in the head
Sprouting the lies of tomorrow
In the world of today
So he may march
Upon the world of yesterday
And claim it as his own
As the song of today ends
Once more.
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