Letra de Prophet

Far away across the fields Mortal men regain the seal Of those before the winds of pain when the Hollow Men staked their claim And where the Word became flesh was where the world became cleansed And in the streets the children ran when heresy would claim the hand of the Prophet of man And on their feet the Lame arose And by his Grace the lost came home Yet through a frame of idolarty we choose to ignore we choose not to see The Prophet of man And in the darkness of chosen cell I am awake but ever falling And to listen with an honest heart I know I´d always hear the calling And where the Word consumes the flesh is where the light of life is blessed The Prophet of man The Son of man