Prelude to Ruin Lyrics
| Song | Prelude to Ruin |
| Artist | Fates Warning |
| Album | Chasing Time |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Arch, Matheos | |
| Look to sunrise, man, tell me what you see | |
| The eagle has flown underground, abandoned you, abandoned me | |
| Fifty two falling stars are burning up the sky | |
| Blazing torch falls to the ocean bottom where black predictions lie | |
| Have you faith in scripture? | |
| Visions of kings? | |
| Reaper of reality, your destiny the sisters sing | |
| Vultures scavenge the subconscious of your mind | |
| Their ally is time for us to fall and yield | |
| Your mind to the cynic | |
| We should be held so high and not looked down upon | |
| We are the root of the country | |
| Our roots so firm and tranquil | |
| When will the spirits be welcomed? listen the music is heard again | |
| When there are lofty high roof tops, carved walls and yielding crops | |
| When the palace is wild for lusting | |
| When the forest is wild for hunting | |
| Existence of any one thing has never been but the prelude to ruin | |
| Wars and temper tantrums are the make shifts of ignorance | |
| Regrets illuminate depths beyond sin is fathomed | |
| Wandering through the devil's field sowing his seed | |
| Guardian angel guide us through the night we compel the light through the | |
| Master's city | |
| The Moerea control | |
| Eternal Destiny | |
| The sisters all of three | |
| Clotho she spun much pain on the web to live | |
| Her thread so sensitive | |
| Lachesis she measured out the years | |
| Atropos cuts the thread with her shears | |
| Time Time | |
| Time an imaginary line mine not yours nor yours mine | |
| They lead the blind back to mother's womb | |
| Tomb of the unborn child | |
| Coming events cast their shadows before wintery wind the eye of the storm witness the past the future | |
| Holds more prelude to ruin | |
| We should be held so high and not looked down upon | |
| We are the root of the country | |
| Our roots so firm and tranquil | |
| When will the spirits be welcomed? listen the music is heard again | |
| When there are lofty high roof tops, carved walls and yielding crops | |
| When the palace is wild for lusting | |
| When the forest is wild for hunting | |
| Existence of any one thing has never been but the prelude to ruin |
| zuo ci : Arch, Matheos | |
| Look to sunrise, man, tell me what you see | |
| The eagle has flown underground, abandoned you, abandoned me | |
| Fifty two falling stars are burning up the sky | |
| Blazing torch falls to the ocean bottom where black predictions lie | |
| Have you faith in scripture? | |
| Visions of kings? | |
| Reaper of reality, your destiny the sisters sing | |
| Vultures scavenge the subconscious of your mind | |
| Their ally is time for us to fall and yield | |
| Your mind to the cynic | |
| We should be held so high and not looked down upon | |
| We are the root of the country | |
| Our roots so firm and tranquil | |
| When will the spirits be welcomed? listen the music is heard again | |
| When there are lofty high roof tops, carved walls and yielding crops | |
| When the palace is wild for lusting | |
| When the forest is wild for hunting | |
| Existence of any one thing has never been but the prelude to ruin | |
| Wars and temper tantrums are the make shifts of ignorance | |
| Regrets illuminate depths beyond sin is fathomed | |
| Wandering through the devil' s field sowing his seed | |
| Guardian angel guide us through the night we compel the light through the | |
| Master' s city | |
| The Moerea control | |
| Eternal Destiny | |
| The sisters all of three | |
| Clotho she spun much pain on the web to live | |
| Her thread so sensitive | |
| Lachesis she measured out the years | |
| Atropos cuts the thread with her shears | |
| Time Time | |
| Time an imaginary line mine not yours nor yours mine | |
| They lead the blind back to mother' s womb | |
| Tomb of the unborn child | |
| Coming events cast their shadows before wintery wind the eye of the storm witness the past the future | |
| Holds more prelude to ruin | |
| We should be held so high and not looked down upon | |
| We are the root of the country | |
| Our roots so firm and tranquil | |
| When will the spirits be welcomed? listen the music is heard again | |
| When there are lofty high roof tops, carved walls and yielding crops | |
| When the palace is wild for lusting | |
| When the forest is wild for hunting | |
| Existence of any one thing has never been but the prelude to ruin |
| zuò cí : Arch, Matheos | |
| Look to sunrise, man, tell me what you see | |
| The eagle has flown underground, abandoned you, abandoned me | |
| Fifty two falling stars are burning up the sky | |
| Blazing torch falls to the ocean bottom where black predictions lie | |
| Have you faith in scripture? | |
| Visions of kings? | |
| Reaper of reality, your destiny the sisters sing | |
| Vultures scavenge the subconscious of your mind | |
| Their ally is time for us to fall and yield | |
| Your mind to the cynic | |
| We should be held so high and not looked down upon | |
| We are the root of the country | |
| Our roots so firm and tranquil | |
| When will the spirits be welcomed? listen the music is heard again | |
| When there are lofty high roof tops, carved walls and yielding crops | |
| When the palace is wild for lusting | |
| When the forest is wild for hunting | |
| Existence of any one thing has never been but the prelude to ruin | |
| Wars and temper tantrums are the make shifts of ignorance | |
| Regrets illuminate depths beyond sin is fathomed | |
| Wandering through the devil' s field sowing his seed | |
| Guardian angel guide us through the night we compel the light through the | |
| Master' s city | |
| The Moerea control | |
| Eternal Destiny | |
| The sisters all of three | |
| Clotho she spun much pain on the web to live | |
| Her thread so sensitive | |
| Lachesis she measured out the years | |
| Atropos cuts the thread with her shears | |
| Time Time | |
| Time an imaginary line mine not yours nor yours mine | |
| They lead the blind back to mother' s womb | |
| Tomb of the unborn child | |
| Coming events cast their shadows before wintery wind the eye of the storm witness the past the future | |
| Holds more prelude to ruin | |
| We should be held so high and not looked down upon | |
| We are the root of the country | |
| Our roots so firm and tranquil | |
| When will the spirits be welcomed? listen the music is heard again | |
| When there are lofty high roof tops, carved walls and yielding crops | |
| When the palace is wild for lusting | |
| When the forest is wild for hunting | |
| Existence of any one thing has never been but the prelude to ruin |
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