He was born in the land of Zanzibar
In the ninth moon of the year
A bard with mighty vocal
That can rip the worlds apart
Oh how people yielded when he sings
Worshipped all across the land
An elixir to all hatred
A prince of the universe
Here he was, Born to be king
He's gonna make a supersonic man out of you
Here we are, Bow to the king
Quicken to the new land take his hand
He would told his tales alike
From the earth and moon and sky
Like message made in heaven
Will you listen to his will
But the man is just a man
He would fall to his own mind
By the sickness of desires
He would loose the battle of his life
There he was, lost to his will
Give out the good, leave out the bad, evil cries
There he was, lost to his will
Now he's gone and throw it all away
And the world is shake and crumble
Thorn the earth and moon and sky
He passed his life away, leave it to the great mankind
But the man is just a man
He would fall to his own mind
By the sickness of desire
He would loose the battle of his life
Oooh He is gone, but his song still sounds
And his name still around, giving hope to lost...
Soul in this world, still the message echoes in the hall
Still we hear him singing, this could be in
Heaven