Mysterious calligraphy of a strange and unknown place Calibrating engines of flight Manuscripts from history make plain the unfathomable A strange conflagration over eastern skies Enochian geometry reveals your darkest depths Rushing on gossamer wings to the temple they seek out the sacred child All these visions plague my mind Hands in fists I curse the raging skies The Ural mountains in 1959, victims of an unknown force Look to the skies and see the signs, the alignment is upon us (They are already among us) An encounter that nobody will believe save those touched from above Who will listen? The mad and true confessions that will rip the world apart! The time is near! They planted information inside my head The president must know, unhand me! The symbology of the ages written in the constellations of the skies For you and I Reaching for us with hands that can penetrate your very soul Who will join the chosen elite? Now I am condemned to this prison for the truth I know They have made me mad!