Woorden: Tad Morose. A Mended Rhyme. Time Of No Sun.

Not long ago on a world not so far the King sent four riders pure in their
hearts Search for the Spirit Search for the Lamb All of my children rise
It's time to leave the Royal Fleet is here So be the truth that none of you
may enter lest the Royal Crown you bear in your heart

The Court and the King and his followers stood aboard awaiting the riders
to gather them all First came the Lion then came the Lamb The fire of the
Spirit has now left the land

Wrapped in the fumes of the underworld all ships leave Up rises Five and
they claim all that is and will be Search for the riders Find us the Lamb
Bring us the Spirit His heart in our hands

Seconds before the departure all eyes fell upon a ragged man Torn and
wild-eyed he turned facing the crowd Raising his staff to the sky and these
are his words Now the stars may still shine and horizons be clear but the
Spirit is gone Come the time the time of no sun

Spirits of Five grasp control of the world Knowing here after Follow the
ages of peace Under strict supervision Hear me ye prophets ye spirits of
Five Hear when I speak of starvation and strife

Their prophets performing an act all will see and worship their master Few
will escape most are drowned in the eternal sea A time has just ended your
work has begun Now come what will be the time of no sun