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This is the season of Omega, prelude to what lies in store.
Scream-filled dreams, a seething fever, new-year’s evil, more than….War’s a beast which once released proves hard to re-contain.
On the corpse of peace its jaws now feast; bleached, bare bones remain.No sum of hate could hope to sate - not one cruel, bloodied fang.
So sent again to die for a god or lie our sons and brothers sang.This is the season of Omega, prelude to what lies in store.
Scream-filled dreams, a seething fever, new-year’s evil, more than...War’s a curse, the fiend perverse - like a pox it rots your mind.
Our streets bleed red – ten billion dead heed leaders numb and blind.Marching on went the joyous throng, unaware they’d been betrayed.
Through the gates of Hell held ‘neath a spell - feigned victory parade.This is the season of Omega, prelude to what lies in store.
Scream-filled dreams, a seething fever, new-year’s evil, more than…War!
If you could know what I’ve been shown you’d quake to take my hand.
I‘ll lead you through towns where you grew, now burnt and barren land.From out the skies with flaming eyes descends a fearsome wraith,
Who slays the fold both young and old - respects not creed or faith.War’s just a game to the men insane - obsessed, possessed by power.
They pick the locks on Pandora’s Box; set your clocks to judgement hour.No life on Earth has either rights or worth in this equation of desire.
Too late we’ll learn - watch our planet turn to a blazing ball of fire!This is the season of Omega, prelude to what lies in store.
Scream-filled dreams, a seething fever, new-year’s evil, more than….War!
Preachers cheating people everywhere I look. Bleaching white the pages of a bloodstained book. Two thousand years of dogmatised hypocrisy; So now I think it's time we tried some new philosophy.
I'm telling you!
They teach of peace and love, yet stoke the sulphurous pyres of war. Pray kiss this seal and glove, that stroke drug-money, gun and whore.Pious liars have all deceived us; Bled the beggars - fed the choosers. Our prayers shall have been heeded, whence ye sinners swing like Judas.
SWING!!!
Christian, Pagan, Hindu, Muslim, Sikh & Jew; Just face these fundamental facts I preach at you. We've a duty to the future not to self-destruct; We better learn to live as one or else this planet's fucked!
I'm telling you!
It suits the leader's needs, when we fight amongst ourselves. For their sacrilegious greed, we'll evoke such 'holy' hells.
But just who'll give a damn, for your countless hours of prayer, when we face the fall of man, witness our children in despair?
SWING!!!
Priests incant and Mullahs sing, of Armageddons they would bring; Yet overlooked one vital thing, someday like Judas they could swing.
Hearts and minds the hate infuses. None are winners - all now losers. Walk the path that Satan chooses, and in time you'll swing like Judas!
SWING!!!
When each of us a shining star, then teach I am because we are; Tribes up-rise astride the blessed-wind, lives entwined by my Clan Destined!
Soon we’ll be gone – The Earth keeps on turning. Should this song live on long after we’re dead; Let these words then be heard as fires still burning, not buried beside me like burdens unshed.
Join with us sisters and brothers, hearts courageous welcome home. We judge not by creeds or colours, by your deeds ye shall be known.
May history recall then we all were chosen, Those who’d awoken – lived life for real. Facing the storm as children reborn, would not for a throne of conformity kneel.
Whence the cards weren’t in our favour, weaklings bleated – mockers laughed. Someday soon this truth they’ll savour; We are wheat whilst they’re just chaff!
When each of us a shining star, then teach I am because we are; Tribes up-rise astride the blessed-wind, lives entwined by my Clan Destined!
It’s time let’s rhyme – United Pagan Massive. Come together or forever remain impassive. Evolving revolution of heathen free-thinkers. A moral obligation to abandon mental blinkers.
Pricked, ducked, chucked on pyres of inquisition. Flesh and flame entwined in bestial coition. Demonised - canonised a patron-saint of sin, for facing then embracing the animal within.
Join with us sisters and brothers, hearts courageous welcome home. We judge not by creeds or colours, by your deeds ye shall be known.
When each of us a shining star, then teach I am because we are; Tribes up-rise astride the blessed-wind, lives entwined by my Clan Destined!
Soon we’ll be gone – The Earth keeps on turning. Should this song live on long after we’re dead; Let these words then be heard as fires still burning, not buried beside me like burdens unshed.
May history recall then we all were chosen, Those who’d awoken – lived life for real. Facing the storm as children reborn, would not for a throne of conformity kneel.
I am because we are!
