Bob Catley - The Prophecy текст песни

We knew it would be like this
A tainted Eden lie
From now the serpents gather
As they sentence men to die
They welcome fallen paradise
While haunting every breath
But the broken, cold and desolate soul
Defies a righteous death

For men in arms are soldiers
They fight for their belief
The struggle never ending
To find the prince of peace
Come the time, the only crime
Is letting truth be heard
When a stone inspires a castle
The meek forever feared

My angel
Be my guardian now
Sweet angel
May the song be a sweet, forgiving sound

Grant us now
The prophecy, the right to carry on
Forgive us now
The truth, the battle for the rising sun
Give us now
The prophecy and the gift of purity
And show us now
Show the door to set the sinner free

We had to find a way
To make the serpent shine
The reaper sighs, the fall of a man
In a gilded temple shrine
Then rise a golden future
From the gold distorted past
We say a prayer for the innocent
In a dream too good to last

My angel
Fight the foe for me now
Sweet, sweet angel
May the word be a sweet, forgiving sound

Grant us now
The prophecy, the right to carry on
Forgive us now
The truth, the battle for the rising sun
Give us now
The prophecy and the gift of purity
And show us now
Show the door to set the sinner free

Grant us now
The prophecy, the right to carry on
Forgive us now
The truth, the battle for the rising sun
Give us now
The prophecy and the gift of purity
And show us now
Show the door to set the sinner free

Grant us now
The prophecy, the right to carry on
Forgive us now
The truth, the battle for the rising sun
Give us now
The prophecy and the gift of purity
And show us now
Show the door to set the sinner free

Grant us now
The prophecy, the right to carry on
Forgive us now
The truth, the battle for the rising sun
Give us now
The prophecy and the gift of purity
And show us now
Show the door to set the sinner free