Looking through the keyhole

As you hear the thunder roar

You see the lightening flashing

But you know not what it's for

There looks to be a stallion

With a rider on it's back

You have seen him pass

And know that he'll be back

He looks to be a wizard

Or perhaps a magic man

With eyes of liquid fire

Golden staff within his hand

And he rides above the mountains

With the secret that he holds

The time has come, the people must be told

So shall it be written

So shall it be done

Came the warning from the prophet

And it came to pass before the rising sun

He looked upon the thousands

That had come to hear him speak

He warned them of the darkness

Of their evil and their greed

But somehow they ignored him

Though their faces filled with fear

So he turned away and shed a single tear

So shall it be written

So shall it be done

Came the warning from the prophet

And it came to pass before the rising sun

Well his words had gone unheeded

Nothing more that could be done

He returned into the mountains

From where he had begun

Now he watches from the heavens

As the void is drawing near

And the prophet's words are ringin'

All too clear, all too clear, all too clear

So shall it be written

So shall it be done

Came the warning from the prophet

And it came to pass before the rising sun

So shall it be written

So shall it be done

Came the warning from the prophet

And it came to pass before the rising sun