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