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    The Prophet's 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 star
    Spreading his hands on the multitude there
    A man who cried for a love gone stale
    And ice cold hearts of charity bare.
    I watched as the fear took the old men'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.

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

    He told of death as a bone white haze
    Taking the lost and the unloved babe
    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 around will be your dow'ry

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

    Flee for your life
    Who need me not,let all your treasure make you
    Fear for your life
    Deceive you not the fires of hell will take you
    Should death await you.

    God give 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 dare not




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