In and out and roundabout The ruins slowly change Crumbling with age the stone flakes gather Sleeping memories return On colors thin as wings Whisper on the wind across the water
Headstones on the shoreline Silent sentinels are sleeping Ever watchful for the first light Dawn comes softly creeping Calling through the sky The seabirds ageless flight path wheeling In and out and roundabout The Phoenix will appear So clear
In and out and round about The living nightmares run First to spike the gun will be a hero Light the sky at night tonight The light is from the stars War the God of Mars is bathed in yellow
As the abbey walls resound Unto the congregation Headstones nestle closer to The crusted ivy stone Couching at the altar in the shadows Lies the Phoenix
Dying as the bishop Runs his fingers through the gold So old
