The prophet lives
These words are inspired
It's impossible for me to remain silent
You see I'm burdened
A mere servant
A vessel of clay
Molded by the ancient of days to serve its purpose
Your works are worthless
Meaningless words
Disperse like a plague amongst the cursed
I'm one with the Earth
I rise upon the wings of the morning, Jah, Witness my birth
I come harder on the hardest
Will the hand of God be my harness
Who there harmless
I'm protected
On rocky roads directed, But I must walk these paths regardless
I can't escape my parley
A messenger for the fallen
A spokesman with warnings of times
Wolf of mankind, For I've seen darker days
For all beneath the sky
The Prophet Lives
For I've seen darker days, For all beneath the sky
The prophet lives
I meditate in the chamber of bass
Awaiting an awakening of a spiritual states
I seek guidance
Never to pressure the pace
For when God speaks all must keep silent
Judgement awaits
None should escape from mankind's leap of fate
I must relate my master's words
Traditions from ancient worlds, Passed down through generations
Unexplained revelations
On missions of attrition
They must feel like they're never heard
Apocalyptic visions plague my mind
As I drift through the sands of time
Ready tears I've cried
Fear is redefined
I'm revered
My work's divine, As darkness lurks waiting for an opening
Waiting for an invitation to possess my soul
and distort those messages that I'm invoking
I stay guided
I am armor protect the flesh, Of which they target
Giant steps are made As we move into the age of reckoning
And he should speak unto them all, I have commanded him
Ignore my beckoning at your own peril
For the truth is truly deaf
For the truth is truly deafening