See history fade, it's crystal clear   Aurora what you doing here   Buttering the mouths of thieves   Shutter speed your bleeding leaves   In gardens in the orient   Likelihood is good and spent   Herod nods beneath the palms   Holds poor baby in his arms   Tunis and Sardinia   The oceans growing hungrier   Beneath these walls we'll sleep tonight   Beneath this sky we'll glide so bright   And kings will come, years will pass   Stars burn cold beneath the glass   And days will glow in distant time   In this storied haze the zephyrs graze   In deserts where the dust storm blows   And lush black swamps where mandrake grows   We're marching laughing to the drum   Waiting for those kings to come   And kings will come and years will pass   Stars burn cold beneath the glass   And days will blow in distant time   In this storied haze the zephyrs graze   An infant with the voice of a crone   In Nebuchanezzars parking zone   Calls out my lord your end is nigh   I didn't mean to make you cry   In deserts where the dust storm blows   And lush black swamps where mandrake grows   We're marching laughing to the drum   Waiting for those kings to come   The circus sun in Nero eyes   The lions and the Christians rise   Software sings and hardware hears   We're destined babe to live these years