Lyrics:

In the East the winds is blowing the boats across the sea
And their sails, they fill the morning, and their cries ring out to me

Oh, Oh, the more it changes, the more it stays the same
And the hand just rearranges the players in the game

Oh, Oh, I had a dream. It seemed I stood alone
And the veil of the all years, it goes sinking from my eyes like a stone

A king shall fall and put to death by the English Parliament shall be
Fire and plague to London come in the year of six and twenties three

An emperor of France shall rise who will be born near Italy
His rule shall cost his empire dear, Napoleron, his name shall be

From Castile does Franco come and the government driven out shall be
An English king seeks divorce and from his throne cast down is he

One named Histler shall become captain of greater Germany
No law does this man observe, and bloody his rise and fall shall be

Man, man, your time is sand. Your ways are leaves upon the sea
I am the eyes of Nostradamus, all your ways are known to me
Man, your time is sand. Your ways are leaves upon the sea
I am the eyes of Nostradamus, all your ways are known to me

(The World Goes To Riyadh)

In a camel's eye far in a distant land
The sun goes down on sands of endless deserts
See tomorrow run by hand in hand with yesterday
Where once the time hung still forever
In the wink of an eye the veils are drawn
And shadows hurry away
And the world goes to Riyadh, today


See the light of the moon on the dunes
You almost feel the ghost of Lawrence riding by them
See the infidel run as the sabres flash,
The desert tribes come with the sun behind them
At the turn of a page see the moving finger
Writing new words to say
And the world goes to Riyadh, today

Well you can never be sure what the dawn will bring
So just be careful how you choose your friends now
Every turn in the night of the wheel of fortune
Changes everything, don't loose your head now
Like a storm on the ocean, empires wax and wane
And crumble away
And the world goes to Riyadh, today

(Nostradamus Part 2)

In the new lands of America, three brothers now shall come to pass
Two alone are born to rule, but all must die before their hour

Two great men, yet brothers not, make the North united stand
Their power shall deceive the throne and fear possess the Eastern lands

Three leagues from the gates of Rome, a Pope named Paul is doomed to die
A great wall that divides a city, at this time is cast aside

These are the signs I bring to you to show you when your time is nigh

Man, man, you time is sand. Your ways are leaves upon the sea
I am the eyes of Nostradamus, all your ways are known to me
Man, you time is sand. And your ways are leaves upon the sea
I am the eyes of Nostradamus, all your ways are known to me