Part 1: Eruption      Part 2: Stones of Years      Has the dawn ever seen your eyes?   Have the days made you so unwise?   Realize, you are.      Had you talked to the winds of time,   Then you'd know how the water rhyme,   Taste of wine,      How can you know where you've been?   In time you'll see the sign   And realize your sin.      Will you know how the seed is sown?   All your time has been overgrown,   Never known.      Have you walked on the stones of years?   When you speak, is it you that hears?   Are your ears full?      You can't hear anything at all.      Part 3: Iconoclast      Part 4: Mass      The preacher said a prayer   save every single hair on his head   he's dead      The minister of hate   had just arrived too late to be spared   who cared      The weaver in the web that he made      The pilgrim wandered in   committing every sin that he could   so good      The coroner of grief   was set in the belief he'd be saved   from the grave      The weaver in the web that he made         Part 5: Manticore      Part 6: Battlefield   Clear the battlefield and let me see   All the profit from our victory.   You talk of freedom, starving children poor.   Are you deaf when you hear the season's call?      Were you there to watch the earth be scorched?   Did you stand beside the spectral torch?   Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face,   Scattered on the ashes of disgrace.      Ev'ry blade is sharp; the arrows fly   Where the victims of your armies lie,   Where the bladed of brass and arrows rein   Then there will be no sorrow,   Be no pain.      Part 7: Aquatarkus