The Sentinel

My voice has risen in the wind the words are gone away
A warning not to heed is lost - upon some future day

I walk the fields in rags and scorn, but still the grip is strong
The harvest moon is burning bright, and the day of work is long

The world will lie in his embrace, til' all have run the race
And fullness comes to us
We'll taste the dew of heaven's morn, a chance to be reborn
Into a Paradise no dream, can imagine or restore

Though many to the vineyard come, to drink the wine of lifе
The messengеr has been cast out, and tasted of the knife

The keeper sent beloved one, who surely they'd receive
But the sons of darkness struck him down, their own hearts to deceive

Reap the whirlwind all ye lost, gaze upon a treasure lost
Grace will open wide the gate, nevermore to change our state

The signal echoes loud and clear, my heart makes no mistake
The oracles hold on to us, a rebel's will to break