Bruce Dickinson - The Prophecy lyrics

Now that I know that the right time has come My prediction will surely be true The impending disaster, it looms And the whole of the village is doomed Why won't you listen to me? Is it so hard to understand? That I am the real seventh son Your life or d**h on me depends Suffering and pain, impending disaster Souls crying, the Devil's laughter I heard the cry of the seven whistlers Lucifer smiles, looks on and awaits I'll take your life in my hands Your fate, your fortune's in my vision Heed what I say and you'll see what will be Please listen to me Now that they see the disaster is done Now they put all the blame on to me They feel I brought on a curse Don't they know that the torment it stays with me? Knowing that I walk alone Through the eyes of the future, I see They don't even know what fear is Don't they know I'm the one who is cursed? Purgatory beckons, souls lost forever Life after d**h or heaven hereafter Heard the call of the seven whistlers again Now Lucifer laughs, Hell awaits I had their lives in my hands Their fate, their fortunes in my vision No one believed in my true prophecy And now it's too late