I saw an old man stood up before the crowd
Hear him say he could see the future in your hands
And that all predictions were true
He has the power to see, he's chosen.
No one believes, but notes the progress he makes
The old man looks in his eyes and fell to his knees
Amounts in the evening light the torches for the truth
Knowing that his life and death depends on me.
Looking for old eyes, what you see?
Now the crowd breaks up and another man appears
And he feels that the prophet is telling the truth
And all predictions are in your hands.
Prophet of disaster.
I'm the angel of salvation and know that you do not believe me
I don't care what you think, but you'll see that fear is
In the deepest darkness there faces beckoning me
Hand in hand will jump to the truth.
You don't believe in my predictions, and this made disaster
You will come to me when you're ready to die
Amounts in the evening light the torches for the truth
Knowing that i'm the angel from heaven, and you turned me down.
Looking for old eyes, what you see?
Now the crowd breaks up and another man appears
And he feels that the prophet is telling the truth
And all predictions are in your hands
Prophet of disaster.
Prophet of disaster.
Prophet of disaster.
Prophet of disaster.
Prophet of disaster.