The prophet walked to the ocean
And gazed to the eternity
To see the lights of tomorrow
Then he cried for humanity
The sunset falling for kingdom
The night filled with obscurity
The night was dark as a sorrow
The stars shone their white purity
Listen to the wind, listen to the sea, listen to the air
Can you hear them sing?
Listen to the sound, divine melody, angels everywhere
Can you hear them play?
The chimes of freedom and the pipes of peace, victory's fanfare
Can you hear them ring?
The bells of Heaven for the unity, messages declared
Say the grace they bring
Say the time to be saved
And the time to be free
Is to here today
Cut the chains and rush to the sea
Then forty-eight hours later
Prophet wakes up on empty beach
Returns to city of sinful
For the signs of that dream to teach
The country hears his prophesy
Words spread throughout the pagan land
Soon he'll be captured by the king
To be blamed for the treason planned
Say the time to be saved
And the time to be free
Is to here today
Cut the chains and rush to the sea
Some thousand years pass the story
One day someone reveals it all
But be it true or just a tale
Or legend on a paper roll
The new generation's glory
Then hail to the martyrs of old
Enslave and tortured, crucified
Story will be told, brave and bold
To spread the faith and religion
They sail far to conquer strange land
There's a legion in every region
Now their slaves sing same song in band
Say the time to be saved
And the time to be free
Is to here today
Cut the chains and rush to the sea "Music is the poetry of the air." (Richter)
"If music be the food of love, play on." (Shakespeare) |
Peter Spiegelmann