In reference to the failure of the 3, Robert's lyrics from Carouselambra:
"...Still in their blissful hallowed mighty sleep,
Unending dances shadowed on the day,
Within their walls, their daunting formless keep,
Preserved their joy and kept their doubts at bay;
Satan's Legions stood in readiness to lead,
Just turn a coin bring order to the fray,
And everything was soon no sooner thought than deed,
Which nobody seemed to question in any way.
How keen the awry hunter's eye prevails upon the land
To seek the unsuspecting and the weak,
And powerless the fabled sat too smug to lift a hand
Towards the foe that threatened from the deep;
Who cares to dry the cheeks of those who saddened stand
Adrift upon a sea of futile speech?
And soothe the pain to walk the famous land
Where no one dares Forever ever to reach.
Where was your word, where did you go?
Where was your helping, where was your bow?
Dull is the armour, cold is the day.
Hard was the journey, dark was the way.