Prophet of Ivory

So, this corrupted owl, a watcher in the night
Son of Anansi lurks in the corner of every longing heart
As the prophet of ivory sleeps in his tired halls
There you'l find revelations carved in gravestones

This fraudulent cloth of dark feathers
Feathers from lands where animals go to die
It brought us no hope, nor fulflilling futue
Now banished, in your ice-white temple you hide

Altering false prophecies linger through ages like disease

An omen called out from the astral heights when you lied
On the day you uttered the first prayer of fraud
Since then the locust dims the warmest of the seasons
Words shout out in hunger through winter's eye

Altering false prophecies inger through ages like disease

So be cursed for being untrue all the time
Darkening all dreams and light oath, trapped in abbys
It dies, never came true so our children cry

Meet your judgement
Please our agony!

Spiral staircase into his ivory hideout
Where secret delusion glows through all the darkest of nights
The old man sits here, and he grows older but never wise
As decay grows out from his creation of myth and lies

Where are your promised lands and nourishing waters?
Where are your worships and your magical might?

All that we see are dismay and degradation
Death in your every footstep as your legacy carries on
Meet your judgement, now please our agony!
Oath rapped in abbys, never came true as our children cry

He'll never wake up, his slumber keeps our misery alive

So be cursed for being untrue all the time
Darkening all dreams and light oath, trapped in abbys
It dies, never came true so our children cry