Prophet - Candlemass

Spiral staircase to the center of the earth

Green lit orb, siar eye is 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!

Torch-lit 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 and everything

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

Give us the birth and the death of eternity

Crystal globe, star-black eye, holy void

Fill our heads with godlike threads, speak in tongues

Tell us please future dreams, cosmic plans

Show us the apocalypse, forevermore

Prophet!

Prophet!

Where’s the manifest of fire?

Prophet!

Prophet!

See, his eye is made of stone

Always staring at the sun!

Oh, dead prophets come and go

Like dying rainbows in the snow

But no one spoke and no one called

Bury the false, bury them all