The Prophet Sons Lyrics

If you walk between these valleys

You'll find death where the river bleeds

The widespread famine that killed our prophets

Opened their veins to raise the seas

Many took their life for granted

While they starved underneath the sun

Now I ache for their redemption

And I'm not the only one

Across flaming sands we'll go

Through darkest channels dug

To let The Innocents know

There'll be no more prophet blood

Tell the snake soon he'll see

He hasn't deceived everyone

For this is the be-all end-all

And we are the prophet sons

We won't let the people down

Our crusade has just begun

And when the snake is found

A Legion strong will come at once

Born out of prophet blood

To end the Sultan's run

We are the chosen ones

We are the prophet sons

The Snake wailing from the wall

Rag covered bodies answer the call

Buried bones crawl from graves

Movement without hearts, actions without brains

Echoes from the snake rattle their bones

Angry at their perceived wrongs

The Snake's evil is a mixture of sadism

Blinded and beaten, driven to hatred

Some will travel the world a'wide

Some will consummate with all inclined

Some will indulge in drug and booze

Debts erased but spending loose

The best things in life will not be spared

They'll be spoiled, rather than shared

Some will kill those on their lists

Some will violate for the kicks

But we won't let the people down

Our crusade has just begun

And when The Snake is found

A Legion strong will come at once

Born out of prophet blood

To end the Sultan's run

We are the chosen ones

We are the prophet sons

Vandals and thieves will play their game

Heroes reduced in stature and name

Fuel and food will cinch in flow

While some will gamble on it"just a show"

Prophesies spread like wildfires

Alternative truth, facts denied

Wars erupt on petty terms

Broken treaties, cities burned

Law and order quickly descend

Friends enemies, enemies friends

Some forgive, some cast blame

Some take arms in their lord's name

Priests assure their congregations

This is by the lord's creation

They fall to knees, they open the book

For they have nowhere else to look

But we won't let the people down

Our crusade has just begun

And when the snake is found

A Legion strong will come at once

Born out of prophet blood

To end the Sultan's run

We are the chosen ones

We are the prophet sons