DICE AND DESTINY

See me on top of rolling dice feel me beneath the ghost’s disguise The paralysed have moved and walked The blind have seen, the mute have spoken Watch me twist in raw mischief see me bound on the edge of the cliff death-beds creak beneath my feet sweat of love soaks the bridal sheet Flames from the East are meant to rise swell the skies, grow vast in size life’s tracks are so hard to trace One-eyed kings in a blinded place Feel the pulse of these weary souls crush the witches and their crystal balls Find the gate of paradise wait there for the new dawn’s rise understand and enclose in heart what has kept us worlds apart Feel the pulse of these weary souls crush the witches and their weird crystal balls Find the gate of paradise wait there for the new dawn’s rise