The Prophet

sun shines on my face how it's golden design rain falls in this place and the fields come alive days are only rumours we've wasted we cross the millions we'll see where we stand for removed from the romb will you carry me across the sea? will you cary me? we can drink from the fountains and the teste of truth for removed from the womb rhythm and mind don't waste no time want to let it all out when the chains fall off and the walls fall down when we break the seal and our hearts pour out when the frozen ground comes alive around us with a scream