Tono: A
Introducción:
F/C C
Sisters by the wayside bide their time in quiet peace,
await their place within the ring of calm.
Dm/A A
Still stand to turn in seconds of release,
await the call they know may never come.
F/C C
In times of lightness no intruder dared upon
to jeopardize the course, upset the run.
Dm/A A
All was joy and hands were raised towards the sun,
as love in halls of plenty overrun.
D4 D
Ah, ah, ah, ah.
F/C C
Still in their bliss unchallenged mighty feast,
unending dances shadowed on the day.
Dm/A A
Within the wall their dauting formless keep,
preserved their joy and kept their doubts at bay.
F/C C
Faceless legions stood in readiness to weep,
just turn a coin, bring order to the fray.
Dm/A A
And everything is soon no sooner thought than deed,
but no-one seemed to question anyway.
D4 D
Ah, ah, ah, ah.
F/C C
How keen the soaring hunter's eye prevails upon the land,
to seek the unsuspecting and the weak.
Dm/A A
And powerless the fabled sat, too slow to lift a hand,
toward the foe that threatened them from the deep.
F/C C
Who cares to dry the cheeks of those who saddened stand,
adrift upon the sea of futile speech?
Dm/A A
Wha??
D4 D
Ah, ah, ah, ah.