Prophecy

Wings of fire, are sailing past the point of no return Blinding eyes, from which it hides the key Seek to rise, begotten are the fools who'll never know Force will hide the presence that we see There's no time to run away A prophecy will make its stay Course of rage, a never ending fight for the unknown To justify the formulated scheme So we find a gleaming light to lead us far beyond The closing gates of our society There's no time to run away A prophecy will make its stay