The Watcher کے بول

Here come those sounds that i hear in my dreams Where astro-logic takes the place of reason All is not well, all is not what it seems Star patterns in the sky change with the seasons The warlock sees the watcher through the stars Eyes shall see all, lips shall not part When will you die? when will i? Someday when young tears turn to dry He could tell you all the truth He could tell you all the facts But he never speaks And he does not react The warlock sees the watcher through the stars Eyes shall see all, lips shall not part There really are no answers, because there are no questions We create them in our mind through superfluous reflection Leagues of men crushed into dust All great planets collapse and rust Only he remains, still forced to watch Eyes remain open, they can never shut.