Rick Wakeman - The Reaper (Part V)

Senses dead, the time has come. To stop and dwell on ruined time.
Wasted wars and selfish pride. Leaving tastes of music wine.
Searching useless wasted mind. Reaching for the reaper's hand.
Lead him from his suicide. Please, is there a Promised Land.

Let me guide your journey long. Leave them while they mourn.
We will journey back in time. And you will be reborn.
From you I shall take your music. Place it back on Earth.
You shall witness long its voyage. A music soul rebirth.

Did you see the graves today
With weeds all overgrown
Wilting plants, like man to dust
Nowhere life is sown.