Текст:
As I looked into my crystal ball
there was formed a tragedy
Oh but theres nothing to worry about
It was just a flash from my memory
Well it seems that the Holiday Wheel,
you know, the one that was between Earth
and the moonWell any way, there was
2,000,000 killedbodies floating in the
afternoon
Explosions, 1,000 or more, announcing
tidal waves and Hurricanes
And down on Earth we lost 3 continents
Their fiery soul snuffed out by
Natures ice and rains
And pieces of my lifefloating,
still soaring through space
But my sons and their wives
landed on Mars to start another race
As I gazed upon my crystal ball,
there formed a cloud of jealousy
But theres nothing to feel sad about
By this time, its due for only history
Well, it seems that the Chambers of the
Gods were being emptied for good
Why would such Heavenly beings want
to desert Earth ?
But as I watched I understood
As the clouds turned to a Jealous
Green, which was concieved in the heart
of manthe people didnt respect
the help of the Gods Instead they turned against
immortal man As they tried to defy, they
died, into the wicked pits of Hell
Diana wept a tear after we made love
and said: My Earthly Darling, I must bid
you farewellThe fate of your mud brothers
As pieces of my lifefloating,
still soaring in Space
She could have been my wife
But her time, I didnt dare wish
to waste
As I stared into my crystal ball,
there was formed a tearing of hearts
Ego Armies marched antly onto view
only to be blown apart
As the sun whispered its secret
through spaceto men thinking the false pride
oppositetelling them that it was
such a disgrace to think that men were
the ruler of it Well you know
how the story goesthe sun they thought
was their circling slave
round and round and round the
table she goes Some carried
the thought right to their grave
And I smell the scorch of the
burnt out mindswho searched
for the hurting truth of space And the
dizziness they felt inside
reflected off the spinning
slave pebble earth
As fragments of my life
Some floating, some soaring in Space
Collections of my soul
will turn complete only as time will age
As my tears drop on my crystal ball,
Magnifies the reflections of Christ
As I blink, His angels take him away
What he said, man tries to self
help from God As reward, he
wipes our blood from his eyes
And the cross that he would
use for his throne represents
not life but death Is this the way
all heroes go ?Carrying the first necklace
of death
His preaching the belief
of eternal Happiness to rest
Or were his angels just UFOs
vapor trails lead from
another light year land
Or was it really tomorrows
awakening day dreamblemished
by the smudgy finger prints of man
And slivers of my lifefloating,
still soaring in space
And spirits of Bee hives
even they find a resting place
As I wander through my crystal ball,
I suddenly ride upon the waves of sound
I see platforms of launching
pads even before the first blade of
grass turned brown
And I taste their tunnels through
the skyAs the axis turns in its womb
Frozen flowers and animals try to
hold positions they had before
their morning bloomed
And I follow the last rocket up
to the libraries of the moons meadows
there was formed a tragedy
Oh but theres nothing to worry about
It was just a flash from my memory
Well it seems that the Holiday Wheel,
you know, the one that was between Earth
and the moonWell any way, there was
2,000,000 killedbodies floating in the
afternoon
Explosions, 1,000 or more, announcing
tidal waves and Hurricanes
And down on Earth we lost 3 continents
Their fiery soul snuffed out by
Natures ice and rains
And pieces of my lifefloating,
still soaring through space
But my sons and their wives
landed on Mars to start another race
As I gazed upon my crystal ball,
there formed a cloud of jealousy
But theres nothing to feel sad about
By this time, its due for only history
Well, it seems that the Chambers of the
Gods were being emptied for good
Why would such Heavenly beings want
to desert Earth ?
But as I watched I understood
As the clouds turned to a Jealous
Green, which was concieved in the heart
of manthe people didnt respect
the help of the Gods Instead they turned against
immortal man As they tried to defy, they
died, into the wicked pits of Hell
Diana wept a tear after we made love
and said: My Earthly Darling, I must bid
you farewellThe fate of your mud brothers
As pieces of my lifefloating,
still soaring in Space
She could have been my wife
But her time, I didnt dare wish
to waste
As I stared into my crystal ball,
there was formed a tearing of hearts
Ego Armies marched antly onto view
only to be blown apart
As the sun whispered its secret
through spaceto men thinking the false pride
oppositetelling them that it was
such a disgrace to think that men were
the ruler of it Well you know
how the story goesthe sun they thought
was their circling slave
round and round and round the
table she goes Some carried
the thought right to their grave
And I smell the scorch of the
burnt out mindswho searched
for the hurting truth of space And the
dizziness they felt inside
reflected off the spinning
slave pebble earth
As fragments of my life
Some floating, some soaring in Space
Collections of my soul
will turn complete only as time will age
As my tears drop on my crystal ball,
Magnifies the reflections of Christ
As I blink, His angels take him away
What he said, man tries to self
help from God As reward, he
wipes our blood from his eyes
And the cross that he would
use for his throne represents
not life but death Is this the way
all heroes go ?Carrying the first necklace
of death
His preaching the belief
of eternal Happiness to rest
Or were his angels just UFOs
vapor trails lead from
another light year land
Or was it really tomorrows
awakening day dreamblemished
by the smudgy finger prints of man
And slivers of my lifefloating,
still soaring in space
And spirits of Bee hives
even they find a resting place
As I wander through my crystal ball,
I suddenly ride upon the waves of sound
I see platforms of launching
pads even before the first blade of
grass turned brown
And I taste their tunnels through
the skyAs the axis turns in its womb
Frozen flowers and animals try to
hold positions they had before
their morning bloomed
And I follow the last rocket up
to the libraries of the moons meadows
