Five Rooms

So it makes you think of summers end, The time of year when sprites attend The congregation of the dying vine, Weaving a shroud of the passing time If you ever wonder why it turns, The wheel that burns, the stone that querns Our movement is the key to change, And the change of the movement is the key to the strange Waiting in five rooms of sorrow, wondering which way to follow Which way to follow, in these rooms of sorrow Walking in the valе, the vale of whispers, Woеfully I wait within the cave of the sisters - I'm captured in a trap of tricksters If you ever wondered why the vale is There, filled with hopelessness and despair Like the turning of the tide, old necessities rule here The game was on, So long before the flickering eyes of man Opened up and saw the prospect of these abundant lands So it makes you think of summers end, The time of year when sprites attend The congregation of the dying vine, Weaving a shroud of the passing time The autumnal pantomime The ancient ones dwells within, and their law is everything Governs who will be the slave and who will be the king The water flows from the mountainside and into the eternal sea, Washing up the spoils of man, the remnants of both you and me Our broken promises adrift, we are nothing but debris Collected by the maelstrom of eternity