The Prophet

Magic mist, black candles burn, as the prophet

Makes his turn, see the darkness in his eyes

See the truth beyond the lies

His spirit calls me, his mind is born free

Say your prayers, do it well

When the prophet casts his spell

Divine gift or evil curse

Will his knowledge make it worse?

His voice inside my mind, the truth is what I find

Look into your crystal ball, tell the truth and

Start to call, the evil curse is upon you

Witchcraft, spells and curses old

Let your fortune be told

See, the curse is still on you

Feel the prophet's pain

The shades of things to come

Feel the prophet's pain

Fear what you have done

Lonely is the one who knows, what the

Crystal ball shows, no one wants to be warned

No one wants to be harmed

So many fear it, so many hear it

Magic signs are all around

On the walls and on the ground

Sacrifice and uphold his magic charm

Blind eyes may see far

Strong minds behold the shining stars

Look into your crystal ball, tell the truth and

Start to call, the evil curse is upon you

Witchcraft, spells and curses old

Let your fortune be told

See, the curse is still on you

Feel the prophet's pain

The shades of things to come

Feel the prophet's pain

Fear what you have done