the prophet's song

• sozleri:
  
  oh oh people of earth
  listen to the warning
  the seer he said
  beware the storm that gathers here
  listen to the wise man.
  
  i dreamed i saw on a moonlit stair
  spreading his hands on the multitude there
  a man who cried for a love gone stale
  and ice cold hearts of charity bare.
  i watched as fear took the old men's gaze
  hopes of the yound in troubled graves
  i see no day, i heard him say
  so grey is the face of every mortal.
  
  oh oh people of earth
  listen to the warning
  the prophet he said
  for soon the cold of night will fall
  summoned by your own hand.
  
  oh oh children of the land
  quicken to the new life
  take my hand
  fly and find the new green bough
  return like the white dove.
  
  he told of death as a done white haze
  taking the lost and the unloved babe
  late too late all the wretches run
  these kinds of beasts now counting their days.