The Prophet

Sun shines on my face, how its golden design
Rain falls in this place and the fields come alive
Days are only rumors 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 carry me?
We can drink from the fountains and the testes 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