Prophets of the Silent Sun

Ooohh oh

Here we go

We feel

We hear

We far and near…

Long before the world gave it a name,

Before the whispers turned to shame,

They walked the earth with minds so wide,

Tuned to rhythms others hide.

They were prophets of the silent sun,

Speaking truths in tongues undone,

Woven deep in time’s old thread,

Healers walking where gods once bled.

Ooohh oh

Here we go

We feel

We hear

We far and near…

Marked by fire, feared by kings,

Saw the weavings of unseen strings,

Held the wisdom wrapped in air,

Hands could heal, eyes laid bare.

They were prophets of the silent sun,

Speaking truths in tongues undone,

Woven deep in time’s old thread,

Healers walking where gods once bled.

Ooohh oh

Here we go

We feel

We hear

We far and near…

But time turned sacred into strange,

Bound their light with heavy chains,

Yet even now, their echoes call,

Through silent minds, they speak to all.

They were prophets of the silent sun,

Their voices never came undone,

Still they shine, still they see,

Holding space for you and me.

Ooohh oh

Here we go

We feel

We hear

We far and near…