Prophet Lyrics - Psalms For The Dead - Candlemass

Spiral staircase... to the center. 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 cold 

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... 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... everything 

The dreams, the way of the dead, the age of stars 

Give us the birth and the death of eternity 

Crystal globe... starblack eye... holy void 

Fill our heads... with godlike threads... Speak in tounges 

Tell us please... future dreams... cosmic plans 

Show us the apocalypse, forevermore 

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