Have heard the trumpet's blast and saw shame on the face of those who linger in dome While the trumpet sounds triumphantly higher to the breeze of the black sun I’ll bade the message ride forth on Earth, where no one hear the sound of waves Where rides my soul when I lay down to sleep beyond all streams As above so below for all my eyes could see were indoctrination and control of masses Murmuring and pain, over the human dust and and graves As above so below for all my eyes could see were indoctrination and control of masses Men walking like mules, choked in every roaring gate, now slaves Wolves dressed up on linen white, always lying by the name of a god they will never see Hopeless and sick whores, indoctrinating with verses and deception the men will reap They heard my voice and my speech was given Come forth, profane, challenging the heaven is not in vain