Prophet? Oh, Prophet.

The skies above do tell a tale to thee
A tale of woe and sacred be

A tale of love undone by lust
The Seraph sings of this unjust
A maiden of truth and of deceit

she chimes to the skies
undone be the lies

Foretold be the treachery
That has befallen thee
The seraph calls

And the devils cry
A tale of lust
A tale of unjust