Gama Bomb Raging Skies
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 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!
All these visions plague my mind
Hands in fists, I curse the raging skies
[Solo]
They planted information inside my head
The president must know, unhand me!
Symbology of the ages is written in the constellations of the skies
Reaching for us with hands that can penetrate your very soul
Now I am condemned to this prison for the truth I know
All these visions plague my mind
Hands in fists, I curse the raging skies
