Raging Skies - Gama Bomb

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!