Lyrics The Prophecy - Soulsplitter

The Prophecy

Turn your heads
Open your ears
For darkest fears
Have turned to threats
Your kin has lost its will to live
Its will to die, its will to give —
Back to where all is coming from
Your mother’s heart, your father’s tongue
A sickness is taking all your best
A trick to keep you powerless
And Gaia weeps, her soul is broken
Eight billion shards, not quite awoken
The dying goddess calls for help
Her cry has reached the upper realms
To turn history into hers
To change the course of our world