Like misty night, like groggy sight
The Prophet’s light, the Prophet’s light.
On battlegrounds, where trumpets sound
The Prophet’s found, the Prophet’s found.
Afraid, alone, ‘fore hardened stone
The Prophet’s throne, the Prophet’s throne .
In dusty halls, when curtain falls,
The Prophet calls, the Prophet calls.
With silver blade, like curséd shade,
The Prophet slayed, the Prophet slayed.
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