As the watchers of the storm
they wait
knowing all to well
that men will falter
and will fail
benieth the horse thats pale.
and still they watch
the mindless march
the blind to dumb to see
nor will they stop
times ville assult
on immortallity.
good watchers pray
and still they wait
for knowledge that is true:
upon the path
that is self made
the soul is born anew!
