Metamorphosis - Supersister

Through the tides of time your eyes are glittering

I am sure the sun will soon be coming in

Trembling signs betray the watchmen of the night

They will find you, better seek a place to hide

Waiting for the verdicts of the trial

Waiting for your memory to mate

Waiting to be in for evocation

Waiting for a yesterday to date

Waiting to grow up for initiation

Waiting for the decadence to brave

Waiting to be strong for the departure

Waiting to be killed beyond the waves

Eight miles high

And the living is easy