Prophet

He had no eyes

He saw much more than us

Fire in his hands

Stigmata of the Universe

He came to reign

Over our dying world

Nobody knew him

And he knew everyone by name

There in his book

So many dates,so many fates

There in his Book of Death

Your final scream and my last breath

Mysterious signs

Symbols and scribbles everywhere

On every yellowed page

All in his Book of Death

He said no word

Yet we have to obey

His silent orders

We understood them very well

Inside the ring

Of cosmis energies

He shaped black matter

Using the strongest gravity

There in his Book

So many dates,so many fates

There in his Book of Death

Your final scream and my last breath

Mysterious signs

Symbols and scribbles everywhere

On every yellowed page

All in his book of Death

Stigmata of the Universe...

Cos he knew everyone by name...

We understood them very well...

Feeling the strongest gravity...