Prophecy - Queensrÿche

Wings of fire, are sailing past the point of no return

Blinding eyes, from which it hides the key

Seek to rise, begotten are the fools who’ll never know

Force will hide the presence that we see

There’s no time to run away

A prophecy will make its stay

Course of rage, a never ending fight for the unknown

To justify the formulated scheme

So we find a gleaming light to lead us far beyond

The closing gates of our society

There’s no time to run away

A prophecy will make its stay