The Preacher

In days of old When the books were untold Speak of a world crushed by sin. "The people will mourn Of a war to be born" Nobody would listen to him. Think back in time When the future you find Is so faint that it's too hard to see. Don't disavow his word For the truth must be heard Cause the preacher tells visions he sees. In 1906 Like the future predicts The city will crumble to the bay Then what's in store When the worlds go to war? Peace will have come another day Then came the one In the year of '41 Warfare would light up the sky He beckoned the call Of the future for all Blinded by what's in his eyes In days of old When the books were untold Speak of a world crushed by sin. "The people will mourn Of a war to be born" Nobody would listen to him. Think back in time When the future you find Is so faint that it's too hard to see. Don't disavow his word For the truth must be heard Cause the preacher tells visions he sees. Listen to these words I preach Catastrophic lessons they shall teach Listen to these words I preach Catastrophic lessons they shall teach