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chinko the prophet - prelude lyrics

[verse 1]
uh
in fields where golden grains once danced with light
a figure stands, his gaze both fierce and wise
the sun beats down, yet shadows cloak his might
a guardian of whispers ‘neath the skies
his hands have known the toil of heavy chains
each callous tells a story steeped in pain
yet strength within him flows like ancient rains
a river forged from sorrow’s rich domain
he walks the rows where silent sorrows lie

[chorus]
in shadows he stands
a watchful eye on the field
whispers of the past
bеneath the vast sky
silent strеngth in every stride
a figure stands, the black overseer bold

[verse 2]
uh (the black, black)
upon the fields where shadows softly creep
a figure stands, both stern and wise of gaze
with whispered tales of toil that never sleep
he guards the dreams of those who seek the rays
his voice, a river flowing strong and deep
commands the winds to hush, the sun to blaze
in labor’s dance, he watches, proud, yet meek
a sentinel of hope in weary days
yet burdened by the weight of history
each lash of time a mark upon his soul
he carries chains unseen, yet knows the key
to turn the pain of past into a whole
upon the fields where shadows stretch and sway
a figure walks beneath the blazing sun
his gaze a map of hardships faced each day (the black, black)
a silent sentinel, his work begun
with hands that toil, yet bear the scars of strife
he wields the weight of burdens, past and present
in fields where shadows stretch beneath the sun
a figure walks, his presence strong and grand
with eyes that pierce the silence, hard+won
a keeper of the toil in this vast land
his hands, though calloused, cradle dreams anew
each morning breaks with burdens yet untold
he guides the weary, whispers hope like dew
in fields where shadows stretch beneath the sun
a figure stands, both firm and resolute
the black overseer—his task begun
to guide the souls, the weary and the mute
with calloused hands that know the weight of chains
he bears the burden of the silent cries
his voice a thunder, echoing through plains
a watchful hawk beneath the endless skies
[chorus]
in shadows he stands
a watchful eye on the field
whispers of the past
beneath the vast sky
silent strength in every stride
a figure stands, the black overseer bold

- chinko the prophet lyrics

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