Kings

<br>See history fade, it`s crystal clear<br>Aurora what you doing here<br>Buttering the mouths of thieves<br>Shutter speed your bleeding leaves<br>In gardens in the orient<br>Likelihood is good and spent<br>Herod nods beneath the palms<br>Holds poor baby in his arms<br>Tunis and Sardinia<br>The oceans growing hungrier<br>Beneath these walls we`ll sleep tonight<br>Beneath this sky we`ll glide so bright<br>And kings will come, years will pass<br>Stars burn cold beneath the glass<br>And days will glow in distant time<br>In this storied haze the zephyrs graze<br>In deserts where the dust storm blows<br>And lush black swamps where mandrake grows<br>We`re marching laughing to the drum<br>Waiting for those kings to come<br>And kings will come and years will pass<br>Stars burn cold beneath the glass<br>And days will blow in distant time<br>In this storied haze the zephyrs graze<br>An infant with the voice of a crone<br>In Nebuchanezzars parking zone<br>Calls out my lord your end is nigh<br>I didn`t mean to make you cry<br>In deserts where the dust storm blows<br>And lush black swamps where mandrake grows<br>We`re marching laughing to the drum<br>Waiting for those kings to come<br>The circus sun in Nero eyes<br>The lions and the Christians rise<br>Software sings and hardware hears<br>We`re destined babe to live these years