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