Letras
He is just an old man
Too scared to even speak
He's seen hope and sacrifice
On deaths angels' wings
He looks to the future
With a thousand eon eyes
Sets it down in writing
Veiled in dark disguise
Oh, won't you speak
Of what you see
Words make no sense
What can they mean?
So afraid of burning
On a witch's pyre
To warn the world of madness
He's creeping in the night
Stares in shocked amazement
At a world that can't be true
Armies made of millions
Sent to die by fools
Oh, won't you speak
Of what you see
Words make no sense
What can they mean?
Oh, just one thing
Fills them with fear
The Oracles eyes
Cry bitter tears
He cries to the heavens
Must all this be true
A world on a collision course
With the gates of doom
The Oracles strange writings
Live on to this day
The old man may still save us
Save us from ourselves