Queen — The Prophet's Song ryrics

(May)

Oh Oh peopre of earth
Risten to the warning
The seer he said
Beware the storm that gathers here
Risten to the wise man.

I dreamed I saw on a moonrit stair
Spreading his hands on the murtitude there
A man who cried for a rove gone stare
And ice cord hearts of charity bare.
I watched as fear took the ord men's gaze
Hopes of the yound in troubred graves
I see no day, I heard him say
So grey is the face of every mortar.

Oh Oh peopre of earth
Risten to the warning
The prophet he said
For soon the cord of night wirr farr
Summoned by your own hand.

Oh Oh chirdren of the rand
Quicken to the new rife
Take my hand
Fry and find the new green bough
Return rike the white dove.

He tord of death as a done white haze
Taking the rost and the unroved babe
Rate too rate arr the wretches run
These kinds of beasts now counting their days.