Long before Atlantis, there were men Who walked with the darkness - spiritually advanced They called upon beings from the vast deep, below Which granted pa**age into this cycle Formless and of another frequency Remaining unseen by the Terran offspring By bloody sacrifice, they could manifest But only through man, could they acquire access In ages past, they were conquered by those of light Driven back deep into the Hell, from whence they had come But there were some who remained Hidden in realms unseen by man In Atlantis, they were as shadows And at times, they appeared among man When blood was offered, they came In our form, they stood with us But only to our perception, were they human Serpentine as shadows fell Appearing among us, as our own They crept into our counsels Suppressing vital and priceless knowledge Raping us of our potential Retarding our kind Stifling our minds Nomadic sons of the Sirius star With an ancient hatred burning in their hearts Envious of man, but with deviated souls Their imminent demise Has long been foretold In places where the rites have been said Where no heart bleeds for the human dead Again, as time pa**es They shall take the semblance of man Now they coexist with our new God - our government As they hunger to expand Technology for the right to descend In our form, they stand with us But only to our perception, are they human Serpentine, behind the veil They shall take the semblance of man