Текст песни Part V: The Reaper - Rick Wakeman

Part V: The Reaper

Senses dead, the time has come
To stop and dwell on ruined time
Wasted wars and selfish pride
Leaving tastes of music wine
Searching useless wasted mind
Reaching for the reaper’s hand
Lead him from his suicide
Please, is there a Promised Land
Let me guide your journey long
Leave them while they mourn
We will journey back in time
And you will be reborn
From you I shall take your music
Place it back on earth
You shall witness long its voyage
A music soul rebirth
Did you see the graves today
With weeds all overgrown
Wilting plants, like man to dust
Nowhere life is sown