Текст King Crimson – In The Wake Of Poseidon

Plato’s spawn cold ivied eyes
Snare truth in bone and globe
Harlequins coin pointless games
Sneer jokes in parrot’s robe

In air, fire, earth and water
World on the scales
Air, fire, earth and water
Balance of change
World on the scales
On the scales

Bishop’s kings spin judgment’s blade
Scratch «Faith» on nameless graves
Harvest hags Hoard ash and sand
Rack rope and chain for slaves
Who fireside fear fermented words
Then rear to spoil the feast
Whilst in the aisle the mad man smiles
To him it matters least

Heroes hands drain stones for blood
To whet the scaling knife
Magi blind with visions light
Net death in dread of life
Their children kneel in Jesus till
They learn the price of nails
Whilst all around our mother earth
Waits balanced on the scales