Once a prophet king foresaw an ending…
To the kingdom full of life that he had wrought
The people that he charged himself defending
And even those, it seemed, that we was not

So he spent his days and nights in deep disturbance
Preparing for the darkness he had seen
He charged his peons, peasants, priests and servants
In helping halt the forecast of his dream

Soon the whispers leaked throughout the nation
Soon the people plunged into a fright
They knew there was a nearing devastation
And they hid away to shun the coming blight

And the trade routes stopped their trading
And the farms fell into dust
Every church and merchant’s purchase further fading
As the mettle of the nation turned to rust

And their gold turned into tokens
And their joy turned into shame
By the will of the people their nation was broken
And no outside force was to blame

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Once a prophet king foresaw an ending…
And watched his precious kingdom fall to flame
And saw within the fires of his own tending
That the dreamer and the dreamed are one the same