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The Prophets Song

Oh oh people of the earth
Listen to the warning
the seer he said
Beware the storm that gathers here
Listen to the wise man

I dreamed I saw on a moonlit stair
Spreading his hand to the multitude there
A man who cried for a love gone stale
And ice cold hearts of charity bare
I watched as fear took
the old man's gaze
Hopes of the young in troubled graves
'I see no day' I heard him say
So grey is the face of every mortal

Oh oh people of the earth!
'Listen to the warning
the prophet he said
For soon the cold of night will fall
Summoned by your own hand

Ah ah children of the land
Quicken to the new life
Take my hand
Fly and find the new green bough
Return like the white dove

He told of death as
a bone white haze
Taking the lost and the unloved babes
Late, too late, all the wretches run
These kings of beasts now counting their days
From mother's love is the son estranged
Married his own his precious gain
The earth will shake, in two will break
And death all round will be your dowry

Oh oh people of the earth
Listen to the warning
the seer he said
For those who hear and mark
my words
Listen to the good plan

Oh oh oh oh and two by two my human zoo
They'll be running for to come
Running for to come
out of the rain

Oh flee for your lives
who heed me not
Let all your treasures make you
fear for your life
Deceive you not
the fires of hell will take you
Should death await you

God gave you grace to purge this place
And peace all around may be your fortune
Oh oh children of the land
Love is still the answer, take my hand
The vision fades a voice I hear
"Listen to the madman!"
But still I fear and still I dare not
Laugh at the madman!









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