The Waltz of Fate Lyrics

The first seeds have fallen on the fallowed ground of life
Sprouting childlike, wide-eyed wonder
Two lovers' fingertips meet in spidery embrace, and just for a moment-

When the night ascends, the stars will embalm us in bliss.

"May I have this dance?" he asks
Their clumsy feet finding step
Beauty take them by the hand
And lead them in their waltz of fate

But fate does naught but lay to rest, as tired limbs give way, tired limbs give way, tired limbs give way...

Watered by blurry sentiments
Our tragic passions bloom
Their petals tell a time-worn tale
Words lost unto the wind:

"As certain as the galaxies and grains of sand, Man's love will surely be his own end."