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eye) Dredlock in his eye (for them to realize) Jah Prophet has arise (prophet has arise) He's gonna hit 'em by surprise (for them to centralize) Hit 'em
the people shall never run short Of a King of a Prophet Jah Prophet has arise (prophet has arise) He's gonna hit 'em by surprise (for them to realize)
We played for you and you did not dance We wailed and you did not listen And John came neither eating nor drinking And you said he is possessed by
where you shouldn't go Now out of the woods and out in the day I see there's too many prophets here One by one by one by one Stand on zero One by
One more dead soul there's a hole in the sky Illuminating dream quest the prophet's eye By virtue of madness a sign of faith Lurking
made You consider it done By the prophets of rage Can you kick it like Clear the way Clear the way Clear the way Clear the way for the prophets
Kill Time is running out Prophecy is a mean thing The prophets are together No one will be permitted to get in this area Except by special
Introspection, why have all the prophets lied? There's a season when I will find out where I am And there's a reason, and I will someday find the plan Tripled by
Dragons' fire burns the sky As the heavens are ablaze By a wizard's spell and sorcery His eyes inflamed as he turns into a star The prophets
A prophet in the wind... A vision like a mirage, Rises from a man Swallowed by the sand. Fading Into the shadows Of the legend You became.
goodwill to men From heaven's all gracious King The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing For low the days are hastening on By
eyes had seen fall short the glory of It's been said from the soil of a prophet's graveyard It's been said by the light of your mirror's vanity It's been
as the prophets had said Passing by you, He rides on to die Come now little foal, though your not very old Come and bear your first burden bravely Walk so
By the time the luminous descent of the bright star unfolds And tablets of strange love are shattered and bruised By the time the oleander has
to men from heav'n all gracious King The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing For lo the days are hast'ning on by prophets seen of old
I, leap over lies in a single bound (Who are you?) The Black Prophet One day I got struck by Knowledge of Self It gave me super-scientifical powers
only leaving hearts made of stone and hate betrayed by the words of false prophets feeding the broken words of hope in vain no comfort can be found in
Oh, I cannot tell you to make up your mind And gather together the best of your kind The prophets have spoken the words of ill fate Your childhood
I drank a goblet of fire I cut out the prophet's tongue But still the sun refused to move I tore a hole in the web of sanity The very fabric
Beheaded prophet the suffer is yours "Forever....." Virgin, mother murdered, once warned but now is dead Destroyed heaven's kingdom, in flames
Some people say peace is on the way But the worst is still to come 'Cause the prophets wrote about it And Jesus spoke about it And John got to take
(Bitch) My soulfly free No organized religion No church No priest No university My DNA diversity Count my blessing Never a curse to me Say (həd) p.e.
ninety nine Is the point of time The month is July When millions will die By the devil from the sky [Lead: Malmstrom] The prophet has predicted
Stacey Grove he's a roaming prophet of mine Hat full of wine Stacey Grove he's a roving catcher of skies Forecaster of eyes, so no lies
The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams When every man is torn