Long before there was the word, there was the truth The veil of amnesia fell Dual archetypes spawned of separation Out of fear emerges a saviour outside ourselves A sacrificial lamb for the darkness that resides in the psyche of man Stirring fear and chaos False torch bearers, death dwellers in cloaks of ashen white Cult of deceit, masked in light As remembrance spreads like fire The heretics arise Born of flames so bright There was another, formed of the aether The old paradigm falls as the elders step foot on the soil. Wolves in sheep skins bow, baring fruits so foul War, War, War! Myths and distorted half truths, ammunition to confuse and control In war do they trust, the children of the new doctrine Pledging allegiance to the false idol of their cognitive construct Arms raised to the skies, awaiting triumphant arrival Only to see their own face Stirring fear and chaos False torch bearers, death dwellers in cloaks of ashen white Cult of deceit, masked in light As remembrance spreads like fire The heretics arise Enslaved by a delusion Stripped of virtue, left desolate....forsaken by I When the I is found, I find you Atma
stirring, dweller, masked, ashen, bearer