Sisters by the wayside bide their time in quiet peace,
await their place within the ring of calm.
Still stand to turn in seconds of release,
await the call they know may never come.
In times of lightness no intruder dared upon
to jeopardize the course, upset the run.
All was joy and hands were raised towards the sun,
as love in halls of plenty overrun.
Ah, ah, ah, ah.
Still in their bliss unchallenged mighty feast,
unending dances shadowed on the day.
Within the wall their dauting formless keep,
preserved their joy and kept their doubts at bay.
Faceless legions stood in readiness to weep,
just turn a coin, bring order to the fray.
And everything is soon no sooner thought than deed,
but no-one seemed to question anyway.
Ah, ah, ah, ah.
How keen the soaring hunter's eye prevails upon the land,
to seek the unsuspecting and the weak.
And powerless the fabled sat, too slow to lift a hand,
toward the foe that threatened them from the deep.
Who cares to dry the cheeks of those who saddened stand,
adrift upon the sea of futile speech?
Wha??
Ah, ah, ah, ah.