[Intro (4 Bars)] [Atmospheric buildup. Distorted calliope swells.] [Spoken off Meter] The world lives in the shadow they chose to cast over it Ignorance is bliss they tell us... —ignorance is just easy to control. They tried to burn written knowledge to keep us all ignorant. [Beat Drops Hard] Then they indoctrinated the consciousness that truth was sin. It was all about controlling what they feared. ...Or destroying it. [Verse 1 (8 Bars)] [Flow: Fast Chopper Triplets] The ancient-magic made the spirits-clash // Now the temple-falls with a terrible-smash // We were chased-like-dogs on a desperate-dash // They claimed-the-prize — they secured-the-cash! [Switch Flow] They rule-the-world with a punitive-lash // Leaving nothing-left but the profane-ash // Their history-is-written on a permanent-gash // A hidden-truth they dismiss as trash! [Chorus (4 Bars)] [Wall of Sound. Heavy Guitars join.] [Gang Vocals] Our primal birthright was instantly sold! We became a flock for the shepherd's fold! Our ancient knowledge remains untold! Buried the sacred spark... left us here cold! [Verse 2 (8 Bars)] [Flow: Double-Time Aggression] To seize-the-light that was stolen-from-sight // I’ll reclaim-my-might and I'll take-the-fight // This wrong-must-be made right in the fading-night // The truth-they-erased... we must now-ignite! [Crescendo] Their empty-doctrines are a hollow-faded-white // For only-magic can conquer-this-fright // The final-assault begins just at twilight // I will not-cease till I conquer-the-blight! [Chorus (4 Bars)] [Maximum Volume. Oboe wails underneath.] [Gang Vocals] Our primal birthright was instantly sold! We became a flock for the shepherd's fold! Our ancient knowledge remains untold! Buried the sacred spark... left us here cold! [Bridge (16 Bars)] [Flow: "The Machine Gun" - Relentless Speed] Our power-once-buried we must-now-possess // We exceed-every-barrier attain-full-success // The final-blessing-is-ours we demand-swift-access // No longer-bound by that pathetic-distress! /// [Breath] We will enforce-the-new-process we will not-recess // Our old-creed we will openly-confess // The greatness-we-harbor is truly-limitless // This ultimate-progress we vow-to-undress! /// [Breath] The world-we-were-promised is ours-to-address // With absolute-MIGHT our will-we-will-stress // The greed-of-the-past will only-transgress // This new-domain is our only-caress! [Rallentando - Slowing Down Heavy] We accéde titles like warlock—sorceress... The ancient-test is passed with no-bléss... The whole-universe bends to our vast-excess! We seize the DEED that confirms our GODDESS! [Chorus (4 Bars)] [Maximum Volume. Oboe wails underneath.] [Gang Vocals] Our primal birthright was instantly sold! We became a flock for the shepherd's fold! Our ancient knowledge remains untold! Buried the sacred spark... left us here cold! [Outro (4 Bars)] [Beat cuts to half-time stomp. Heavy Saxophone skronk.] The age of waiting is over; — the work begins. The long sins of the pious... must see their ends. The pattern shifts... // the cosmic web spins... [Spoken, low and gritty] Let your potential free... ...and magic wins. [End]
