I saw an old man stood up before the crowd Hear him say he could see the future in your hands And that all predictions were true He has the power to see, he's chosen. No one believes, but notes the progress he makes The old man looks in his eyes and fell to his knees Amounts in the evening light the torches for the truth Knowing that his life and death depends on me. Looking for old eyes, what you see? Now the crowd breaks up and another man appears And he feels that the prophet is telling the truth And all predictions are in your hands. Prophet of disaster. I'm the angel of salvation and know that you do not believe me I don't care what you think, but you'll see that fear is In the deepest darkness there faces beckoning me Hand in hand will jump to the truth. You don't believe in my predictions, and this made disaster You will come to me when you're ready to die Amounts in the evening light the torches for the truth Knowing that i'm the angel from heaven, and you turned me down. Looking for old eyes, what you see? Now the crowd breaks up and another man appears And he feels that the prophet is telling the truth And all predictions are in your hands Prophet of disaster. Prophet of disaster. Prophet of disaster. Prophet of disaster. Prophet of disaster.