MoTHeR MeTuRNo

I am the mother, the brother, the saviour, the sign.

The flimsiest needles only drip stricnine.

Teaching the world to lower mankind.

The hypnotic dream vision will punish devine.

Its a cold-blooded clock.

Carved from a rock.

Steals time away until we flee from the flock.

Guided by the planets and the stars in the sky.

When I find them bring me to the dragon eye.

Peace be with you and to them and us all.

We no longer fear the coming of fall.

The autumn wind might steal the green.

When it is life sacrificed for the machine.

Born anew, losing all regret.

The ending seems near but not quite yet. 

We will live again, without an end.

Decay they take until light they send.

Found the future last and all between.

The Gods will show you what should be seen.

I was born of the 23.

Quicksilver chant Lord Mercury.

I walk the path of the 26.

Saturno he waits at the river Styx.

But we will kneel with folded hands.

Pray for the ending of war of lands.

Beg for the healing of hearts of men.

And know that we will be the living end.

So won't you come and join the fight.

Raise yourself to the sacred height.

Leaving the cold dark of night.

Stepping bravely into the light.