The end The union of the father and the wayward son Atop the sister peaks above the valley, Agamemnon Under angels Above the lightless fallen stars A pale cloaked rider Circles to his call With the countless counted Lost in confusion Await the harvest hour Await the son The falling answers Clarity as a flood The weeping liars Creation undone Revelation As was told all along The facing gates swing open And drag their children home So far from mercy Pay the boatmens toll As we see the lightbringer has reclaimed his sword They await the harvest hour They await the descent All I have and all I know And it comes back to me, like a child's dream All so familiar for things I've never seen