Here the pretenders stand on the cliffs of the new dawn
Staring eyes gaze down into the abyss,
Even their dark magi cannot stop the connecting with lights higher than their own
Their fate is defeat, despite countless centuries of controlling their subjects like puppets
Marionettes on nuclear strings, biting the bullet fired by their brothers and sons
Sodom and Gomorrah on the fast food menu, the new fix decreed by the underworld lords
All a waste of time, now that they see that the white overlays their black easily, now
Spells are worthless now that the shepherd sends his flock masters,
and the satans lose their prowess at mind control,
The beat of the violence across the world steps up and the heat at the table is incredible
But they know it will all be to no avail
What is will be and what was their plan, their future horizon, will fail
but their ruler, the lord of Taurus will not admit defeat
and the serpent will not release its teeth, letting the markings of the bite hold firm ...
Worthless plunder now that lights lift the captured stars into wavelengths they cannot reach
their fall further and slower than the carousel is lifting too
Rejoice weak lamb, your bate pulled the raven away from the cliff
and forced the bulls to the edge, there is nothing now they can do
The falling of the two towers marked their end, and the ending is most surely assured
The lambs refuse to be fooled, and the chosen from the highest cities can smile
Their arrival tipped the scales, their weight too great for the world
and their light prevented the almighty end ....
They only have to live their lives on this earth
Collective weights and measures, forgotten ancient names, sacred beings in disguise
Nobody needs to know they are here
for their weight to shift the balance of the scales
and the dark assassins fail to hunt them in time for the great reckoning
and the dream phantoms seek their thoughts, the bright lights in the human sky
They will be found, but their deaths will not come
for they are prophesied to remain in their obscure lives
Adding the weight that defeats the satans just by being human ....
Hidden they be
hiding their transmitted codes in obscure works
their illusion of nobody complete
their hologram of humanness fooling even their families and brides
For nobody but themselves know the truth
and even they will be ignorant of it all
except the few who are the conduits of the highest high
The ancient priests of Atlantis, the white brethren
on the earth to evolve the shells
and issue the rays of light into the minds of the crowds
away from the cliffs where the demons lurk
Away from the former lands of their home
in the nooks and the crannies no demon will think to look
Names that pull no attention to the sparks within
and they will smile within all the while the outside leads an awful live
Their weight adds to the measure of light
Greater than the darkness, in the end, so they will succeed in their task.
