The Prophets Song

He shall rise and the demon will fall
Young, fierce he will bring them all
Sticks and stones will they chase their poe
Young man's name will carry on

King's men crave the island's gold
Each night chase and watch them fall
Young man's grit will turn the storm
This is the prophet's poem

Ahh

When they'll rise the beast will fall
Eastern winds will carry on
All kin praise the young man's soul
This is the prophet's song