Prophets Scream

Brocas Helm

In your eyes you've clearly seen

A shadow of what

time may bring

The end is near

the prophet screamed

So you no longer

chase that dream



All our days the end's been told

A bomb won't let

our rage grow old

Hope is gone our future sold

That feeling has the fatal hold



If the dream is sacrificed

I fear the end will be the price

Of the prophet's scream