The Prophet

Coming from the deepest chasm

Rising from beneath the hollow life

In words of knowledge mixed with sarcasm

The end is near for this strife

Must perish where stars are born

As souls and hearts are being burned

Beyond the line, there's no more light

Yet at the end, thy fire will ignite

Fire will ignite

There is no heaven

Must be untrust

Empty is the vessel

That holds... that holds the truth

Souls and flesh will separate

As gods and demons show themselves

In inner selves, they will consume

Cause' there's no end till' you make it true

Such a modest gift is life

While it gives the chance

Of the greatness of death

Fill you up... fill you up at last

Must perish where stars are born

As souls and hearts are being burned

Beyond the line, there's no more light

Yet at the end, thy fire will ignite

Fire will ignite

There is no heaven

Must be untrust

Empty is the vessel

That holds... that holds the truth