The black earth
Fallen angel lore
You know their names
There's 13 more
Forget them
The voices butting in
Convincing you to sin
Could be your own
Or carried by them
The angels on Earth possess no wings
They are fallen
Some label them demons
Some hear them callin'
Why do they speak to us from such a young age?
Some are our guardians
Some celebrate the slain
Is this just another false dichotomy
Buried so deep within human psychology
No I've experienced it
I know this shit's real
It's clear I'm not seeking your acceptance or appeal
And still I know I cannot fully understand
For I am merely a mortal man
But I'm here to tell you there's something more to the lore
It's likely something you'll never hear again
Nor hath heard before
Human superstition
The Shaman has a vision
He knows just what we're missing
But most choose not to listen
Dreamtime exists in another dimension
Modern society was meant to shut down human comprehension
To stifle invention
I question their intentions
I am not a victim
I am not a rebel
I am not an outlaw
Just a child who met the devil
The genie refused to level
When I reclaimed my soul
Like the rest in my life
The fallen only seek control
The reptilian model
Obsessed with ritual
They infect our society
The fear is residual
The blame is constant
You refuse to accept
You've constructed a monster
Acceptance and denial
How common is Belial?
It's only natural the chaos demons
Battle the guardian angel saving my being
So just what is fiction and what is truth
I sound outlandish
But I'm not listening to you
I'm just transcribing all that I've been through
I know I've been sent by God
But don't tell my friends
Where the journey begins
It too must end
