Astral Eyes said to Mr. King 'I want to make people sing,
I'm gonna give them everything to cross the bridge between folk and kin.'
Mr. King said 'You're a fool, if they have it all how can we rule,
we need to keep them ignorant, to fear us is most sacrament.'

Astral eyes, are you still watching, chaotic conflict between the skies?
Astral Eyes, are you still weaving this wyrd web between our lives?

Astral Eyes nods with a grin and leaves the presence of Mr. King,
there are a few that follow him for the revolution to begin.
He sits there in his tree, watching all humanity.
Looking down he makes a choice, the first of many hear his voice.

Astral eyes ....

He talks of music, magic and art. Of ways all can play their part.
Others come to share their craft. Across the bridge they sang and laughed.

Astral eyes ....