Caliban, The Cyborg Prophet Lyrics

May winds blow and blister

A pox on your pride

It's witch-wicked sting to bring

Tears to your eyes

Your hubris make hollow

The storm take you all

And I will bear witness

To see to the fall

Great hurricane, I call your name

By thunder, will you roar

Send fire down the mountain

And lightning to the door

Oh wicked wind, arise again

Wipe whole the canvas clean

And pull the cords of puppeteers

And tear apart their seams

Oh, ye who hears the music

Oh, ye who haunts my dreams

Oh, chosen son of Somnus

Oh, great tempest, set us free

Your ascension lies in waiting

Become the eye of storms

Atop the mighty ziggurat

Of old Phobetor

May heavens shake

And hell awake

Levees break

And see the waters swallow whole

Great fires rise

Into the sky

End is nigh

When the tempest turns it's gaze on you

This be your fate

This curse forsake

All you are

Reap what you sow, tenfold

So it is said and so it shall be

So says Caliban