Along the Watchtower

In the dead of night, under a moonlit sky,

The joker's laughter echoes, the thief's weary sigh. Lost in this maze of twisted illusion, Seeking solace, but finding only confusion.

The businessmen, they sip from the chalice of vice, While plowmen toil in the earth's sacrifice. No one stands tall, no one speaks true, In this world where trust is overdue.

Hey now, don't let the darkness pull you under, The thief's whisper cuts through the thunder. Life's a jest to those who jest too late, But you and I know a different fate.

We've danced this dance, felt the bitter taste, Let's cast away these masks, this false embrace. Time's ticking, shadows grow long and wide, We can't afford to keep playing this divide.

All along the watchtower, where princes stood in pride, Women wandered, servants did bide. In the distant cold, a wildcat's eerie howl, Two riders emerge, the tension's growl.

A tale etched in silence, in the winds that prowl, All along this watchtower, destiny's foul. So heed this warning, before the night devours, The winds of change, they howl, they scour.

All along the watchtower.