The Prophets
In the dead of night
When no one is around
They talk about the light
Then become spellbound
Prophets they are called
Seekers of the light
Knowledge overall
Wisdom multiplied
Superior men of supernatural minds
Prophecies spoken, trying to save all mankind
Superior men of supernatural minds
Prophecies spoken, trying to save all mankind
The prophets, nobody listens to them
The prophets, oh I want to believe in them
The prophets, no one believes what they say
But they all will regret it one fine day
Hiding in the dark, waiting for the sound
When the light appears, all are heaven bound
The prophets are aware, knowing what will come
The others in despair, fall to the light's spectrum