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The prophecies…

I see a vision of a weary man

He’s dying slowly in his lonely little corner of the world

A prophecy…

I see a vision of a mountain high

A darkened castle place he calls his home

His eyes were filled with silver dreams

out of the sky, came a city of gold, a city of gold…

A prophecy…

I see vision of a greedy man

He's reaching for another of his greedy little forms of evil

And his eyes were filled with silver dreams

Out of the sly came a city of gold, a city of gold…

A city of gold

Was changing his life when he was shown

A city of gold, a city of gold…

A city of gold…

Satan will steal your soul if you deal

For a city of gold, city of gold…

A prophecy…

I see a vision of a weary man

His drive for lust, his Midas touch, is all he feels

And he tries, he tries from deep inside

He'll never forget, he’ll never forgive his loneliness

And his eyes were filled with silver dreams

Out of the sky came a city of gold, a city of gold…

A city of gold

Was changing his life, when he was shown

A city of gold, a city of gold.

A city of gold…

Satan will steal your soul if you deal

For a city of gold, a city of gold

He sold his soul…