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