echoes of mesopotamia   a whispered disease that left us on knees too weak to stand   upon this empire nature's purity revealed   wave the sword of science, keep the truth concealed      we are the ten thousand year reich - with us let it end   to the sands of time that lent destruction a hand   let harmful ways amend   for the path has been chosen, the damage is done   but our culture continues its course      sip poisoned wine from the chalice of one culture's way   down the highways of progress we've paved   crosses stand erect where death won the day   and we prayed our mortal souls to save      when one does not see what one does not see   one does not even see one is blind      do we choose to close our eyes   or is it the veil is so stained   by the treasons of our humanity   that we're helpless of knowing new ways?      a tender hush lulls us to sleep   our hope lies shattered like broken glass   march upon hollow dreams   take me back to an unseen past,   and cleanse our minds wrecked by time      listen, can you hear them?   it's such comfort knowing they are there   looking over our every move,   and guiding us in the right direction   without them what would we be   but lost souls trapped in an untamed jungle?   what would we be   but a species undeserving of our proper place?   without this civilization   our way of thinking, our way of life,   what would we be?   what kind of lives would we be living?   what would we do and where would our paths take us   without the whispered lies of angels...      death to the wisdom of the ancients   five hundred generations - now it seems we are forever lost   like priests cloaked in dominion's robes   cut up, control, shape this world in a better way   you've staked your claim so dance in the flames...      ...while we fight to write our names.   on the walls of this world going down   what are we fighting for? whose world are you fighting for?   if ours is the voice that knows only silence   then to whom should we turn for recourse?