You Will Reap a Whirlwind

The crown or cross inspires belief 
  A condesuous sun glows 
  On a cloud of night 
  The beckoning moves 
  My father spoke to me of rivers 
  Of which he never tired 
  Hand in hand with silver lace 
  They feel so cold 
  It feels so cold 

  The curtains close 
  Lumps in throats 
  The puppetry 
  Was wizardry 
  The beckoning moves 
  And so the winter reigns without cease 

  Oh, so the sun with its thick black rays reached me 
  Here 
  Take heed 
  Take heed 
  Take heed 
  Little children believe 
  In nebulous dreams 
  Roused by absurd and cosmic streams 
  And so the rivers abound 
  The rivers abound 
  The rivers abound 
  Doubt the rain but the rain will come 
  Oh, i've seen your storm.