The Prophet

LETRA

The Prophet

[The old man's Komodia]
I would never think of me as a hero
A bringer of wisdom of hope and of peace
I never could think of me in a vortex
of hope of future and vitality.

I can spread my thoughts to flood the room
Embracing and webbing the people reborn.
The love they are feeling I never can taste;
The sadness the hatred remains my own.

So many souls, they long to be saved,
Some beasts, some sinners, some lost in their fate.
For all to rescue my lifespan's too short,
Refuse all the evil, divine all the gods?

I never asked for a higher believing
I never questioned the way I was born
I never wanted to walk among angels
I never wanted to be so alone.

Alone with my powers, alone in my mind
(The) holder of darkness, the bringer of light.
This melancholy circle of giving, not taking
Can not be endured by me.

I'm here to flare a sign
To guide the lost on to their fate.
Like I (once) sent Dante his story to take.
But no one holds that candle for me.

So as the years of helping and bleeding
Had passed away my will to live.
I returned to the sea of my time and my being,
I melted into (the) waves as it was my will.