[Title] Primitive Prophetic Art [Verse 1] Beneath the ancient sky, where whispers of the old reside, A canvas of the earth, with tales that can't be denied. With strokes of primal hues, the prophet paints the dawn, A dance of shadows cast, where secrets are withdrawn. [Chorus] Oh, the art of ages past, in every line it's cast, A story spun from threads of time, in every note it's vast. Primitive, prophetic art, with visions of the start, A glimpse into the cosmic heart, where dreams and myths impart. [Verse 2] Through caverns carved by time, where echoes softly ring, The artist's hand divine, in every stone it clings. A mural speaks of wars, of love and loss untold, A testament to human lore, in pigments bold and bold. [Chorus] Oh, the art of ages past, in every line it's cast, A story spun from threads of time, in every note it's vast. Primitive, prophetic art, with visions of the start, A glimpse into the cosmic heart, where dreams and myths impart. [Bridge] A flute's soft lullaby, in the quiet of the night, Acoustic strings that resonate, with the ancients' rhythm tight. Whispering vocals rise, like specters from the deep, A chorus of the wise, in the art of sleep. [Chorus] Oh, the art of ages past, in every line it's cast, A story spun from threads of time, in every note it's vast. Primitive, prophetic art, with visions of the start, A glimpse into the cosmic heart, where dreams and myths impart. [Outro] As the final brush is laid, and the vision's fully seen, The prophet's work is done, the art will forever gleam. A legacy of ancient days, in colors bold and bright, Primitive Prophetic Art, where the future meets the light. [End]