When the days become as dark as night And the world begins to change There are those of you who die of fright Or tear your eyes out from the pain
Your gilded houses will give no shelter When the heavens fall The sacred tomes will give no answers When The Masters call
Forgotten ages unknown to man Before we crawled out from our caves Exalted patrons of earthly clans Elevation of their states
Your gilded houses will give no shelter When the heavens fall The sacred tomes will give no answers When The Masters call
Look at yourselves Look at your world What have you done? What have you become?
Look at yourselves Look at your world What have you done? What shall you become?