Sacred Rites

[Verse 1]
Thunder, pain
Thunder's pain
The sacred rites of the undead
The unseen can your read or write the unsaid
The moon turns night and the sun red
Stars fall from the heights, here comes dread
Upon his tongue was eternal life and bloodshed
And then the waters sprung from his daughter’s [?] head
The pineal where Jacob fell
Wrestle the devil and Gabriel
Black guardians of the gates of hell
Past and modern men deface Israel
A map to the origin to creating cells
From gas to carbon tin, from eight to twelve
The baby swell inside the sack of the spaceship gel
The spirit of Christ compels
After Utanapishtim the flood hit
Then Noah, people made their houses out of mud bricks
The sons of God and the daughters of men blood mixed
Fly like the artificial earth first satellite Sputnik

[Verse 2]
Night hood gnosticism
Lord, let it now be pressed distortions
Son, surely useless narcissism, the mental disorder
I’m the wind-walker
I ascend from flying saucer to talk to the Wampanoags
Beating drums and crops
And the Maroons, the ones with locks
It’s shown of people Zimbabwe
The Bantu and Hebrews called Yahweh
From the Shasus, the gods too from Allah’s school
The wise speaker from the tribe of Ouachita
And the Iroquois, they said my craft made a scary noise as it landed
I came to they clan as Turquoise, walking as man
Coming from the church voice
On my path, my road is littered with mics and scrolls exhibits
And where I go, there’s no soul permitted