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In a chamber

Behind closed doors

An old ritual has begun

We don't know what lies in store but

We know it can't be undone

We call down the storm

It's slowly taking form

Now the gates are open wide

To the secrets of Eden

We join hands

And close our eyes

Something else will lead the way

We sail away

Through space and time

A dangerous game to play

We're riding the storm

They're slowly taking form

Someone just shut the door

The watchers of Eden?

What is this, where’s the snake in the tree?

This is some alien laboratory

We're descending

Back to Earth

As updated versions of man

We have knowledge

Like no one else and

We look like we could use a tan

After the storm

We have taken a new form

We have become

The new race from Eden

No place for heathens