The preacher said a prayer.Save every single hair on his head.He's dead.The minister of hate had just arrived too late to be spared.Who cared?The weaver in the web that he made!The pilgrim wandered in,Commiting every sin that he couldSo good...The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd savedFrom the graveThe weaver in the web that he made!The high priest took a bladeTo bless the ones that prayed,And all obeyed.The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time,A sign.The weaver in the web that he made!A bishops rings a bell,A cloak of darkness fell across the groundWithout a sound!The silent choir sing and in their silence,Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground.The weaver in the web that he made!
8 years ago
kamaroway günther
Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Mass
9 years ago
OtherM112594
Easily the best part of the already tremendous musical experience that is Tarkus, simply brilliant!