Candlemass - Prophet текст песни

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

Перевод песни "Prophet"

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

О чем песня "Prophet"

Песня повествует о поиске истины и знаний, скрытых в глубине земли и звезд. Она описывает спуск в подземелье, где находится пророк, способный видеть будущее и прошлое. В песне также есть упоминания о культе змей и апокалипсисе. В целом, она символизирует поиск знаний и истины, а также предвидение будущего и конца света.