Prophet Songtext
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Prophet Songtext
Spiral staircase to the centre of the earth
Green lit orb, Siar eye, one and first
Hidden hole, pit of Jura, serpent cult
Descending down, steps of bone, greet the col
Prophet, prophet
Where′s the manifest of fire?
Prophet, prophet
See, his eye is made of stone
Always staring at the sun
Torchlit walk into the dark, starless deep
Black parade, Khaalus cave, breathless steep
See, behold the oracle of the divine
We are thy servants 'til the end of time
Prophet, prophet
Where′s the manifest of fire?
Prophet, prophet
See, his eye is made of stone
Always staring at the sun
We are the guardians of the purple flame
Please show us the start of it all and everything
The dreams, the way of the dead, the age of stars
Give us the birth and the death of eternity
Crystal globe, star black eye, holy void
Fill our heads with godlike threads. Speak in tongues
Tell us please future dreams cosmic plans
Show us the apocalypse, for evermore
Prophet, prophet
Where's the manifest of fire?
Prophet, prophet
See, his eye is made of stone
Always staring at the sun
Oh, dead prophets come and go
Like dying rainbows in the snow
But no one spoke, no one called
Bury the false, bury them all
Green lit orb, Siar eye, one and first
Hidden hole, pit of Jura, serpent cult
Descending down, steps of bone, greet the col
Prophet, prophet
Where′s the manifest of fire?
Prophet, prophet
See, his eye is made of stone
Always staring at the sun
Torchlit walk into the dark, starless deep
Black parade, Khaalus cave, breathless steep
See, behold the oracle of the divine
We are thy servants 'til the end of time
Prophet, prophet
Where′s the manifest of fire?
Prophet, prophet
See, his eye is made of stone
Always staring at the sun
We are the guardians of the purple flame
Please show us the start of it all and everything
The dreams, the way of the dead, the age of stars
Give us the birth and the death of eternity
Crystal globe, star black eye, holy void
Fill our heads with godlike threads. Speak in tongues
Tell us please future dreams cosmic plans
Show us the apocalypse, for evermore
Prophet, prophet
Where's the manifest of fire?
Prophet, prophet
See, his eye is made of stone
Always staring at the sun
Oh, dead prophets come and go
Like dying rainbows in the snow
But no one spoke, no one called
Bury the false, bury them all
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