Oliver Magnum The Last Prophet
Can't cope the psychic pain
I'm wasting away
Fear grips my second sight
The season of change
My wisdom was for sale
To sell was my greed
Knowing the hours past
Are the last for me
Prophet of prediction tell
What the future will hold
The distant chimes of judgement bells
Before the sun explodes
Clouds send a desert rain
Steaming off the hands
Man has no chance to die
By our brothers hand
I know my sense is right
I prayed it was wrong
Should I speak of what I've seen ?
Or let it be gone
Prophet of prediction tell
What the future will hold
The distant chimes of judgement bells
Before the sun explodes
Walking away from things I've seen
My mind has played tricks on me
Death comes to all so then should I say
Just useless words won't stop that day
I feel a passinf calm
Wash over my face
I told them peace would be found
Among every race
Amidst the celebration
A sweat breaks my brow
My gift was just a curse
A flash melts the ground
Prophet of prediction tell
What the future will hold
The distant chimes of judgement bells
Before the sun explodes
