| Spiral staircase to the center of the earth
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| Green lit orb, siar eye is one and first
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| Hidden hole, pit of Jura, serpent cult
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| Descending down, steps of bone greet the cold
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| Prophet! |
| Prophet!
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| Where’s the manifest of fire?
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| Prophet! |
| Prophet!
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| See, his eye is made of stone
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| Always staring at the sun!
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| Torch-lit walk into the dark, starless deep
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| Black parade, Khaalus cave, breathless steep
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| See, behold the oracle, the divine
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| We are thy servants 'til the end of time
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| Prophet! |
| Prophet!
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| Where’s the manifest of fire?
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| Prophet! |
| Prophet!
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| See, his eye is made of stone
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| Always staring at the sun!
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| We are the guardians of the purple flame
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| Please show us the start of it all and everything
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| The dreams, the way of the dead, the age of stars
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| Give us the birth and the death of eternity
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| Crystal globe, star-black eye, holy void
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| Fill our heads with godlike threads, speak in tongues
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| Tell us please future dreams, cosmic plans
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| Show us the apocalypse, forevermore
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| Prophet! |
| Prophet!
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| Where’s the manifest of fire?
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| Prophet! |
| Prophet!
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| See, his eye is made of stone
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| Always staring at the sun!
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| Oh, dead prophets come and go
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| Like dying rainbows in the snow
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| But no one spoke and no one called
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| Bury the false, bury them all |