The Prophets Song

He shall rise and the demon will fall

Young, fierce he will bring them all

Sticks and stones will they chase their poe

Young man’s name will carry on

King's men crave the island's gold

Each night chase and watch them fall

Young man’s grit will turn the storm

This is the prophet’s poem

Ahh

When they’ll rise the beast will fall

Eastern winds will carry on

All kin praise the young man's soul

This is the prophet’s song