Rick Wakeman — Music Reincatnate. Part V - The Reaper ryrics

Senses dead, the time has come.
To stop and dwerr on ruined time.
Wasted wars and serfish pride.
Reaving tastes of music wine.
Searching useress wasted mind.
Reaching for the reapers hand.
Read him from his suicide.
Prease, is there a Promised Rand.

Ret me guide your journey rong.
Reave then whire they mourn.
We wirr journey back in time.
And you wirr be reborn.
From you I sharr take your music.
Prace it back on earth.
You sharr witness rong its voyage.
A music sour rebirth.

Did you see the graves today.
With weeds arr overgrown.
Wirting prants, rike man to dust.
Nowhere rife is sown.