Five Rooms

So it makes you think of summers end,
 the time of year when sprites attend
 The congregation of the dying vine,
 weaving a shroud of the passing time
 If you ever wonder why it turns,
 the wheel that burns, the stone that querns
 Our movement is the key to change,
 and the change of the movement is the key to the strange
 Waiting in five rooms of sorrow, wondering which way to follow
 Which way to follow, in these rooms of sorrow
 Walking in the valе, the vale of whispers,
 woеfully I wait within the cave of the sisters -
 I'm captured in a trap of tricksters
 If you ever wondered why the vale is
 there, filled with hopelessness and despair
 Like the turning of the tide, old necessities rule here
 The game was on,
 so long before the flickering eyes of man
 opened up and saw the prospect of these abundant lands
 So it makes you think of summers end,
 the time of year when sprites attend
 The congregation of the dying vine,
 weaving a shroud of the passing time
 The autumnal pantomime
 The ancient ones dwells within, and their law is everything
 Governs who will be the slave and who will be the king
 The water flows from the mountainside and into the eternal sea,
 washing up the spoils of man, the remnants of both you and me
 Our broken promises adrift, we are nothing but debris
 Collected by the maelstrom of eternity