Tracks

01. Ten Thousand Strong
02. Something Wicked



01. Ten Thousand Strong

Music & lyrics by Jon Schaffer
A gathering summoned by the Elder
A consequence of what's imminent
A prophecy dark and foreboding
Forces the to face human intent

The chosen seek refuge in the mountains
Reluctantly the loved ones recognize
The sacrifice they must adhere to
The only hope for future Setian life
Like a martyr sacrificed

Await the days of Clouding
Earth Mother's sharing in our pain
Erase the human memory
They know not of where they came
And though our hearts are broken
We have to wipe the tears away
In vain they did not suffer
Ten thousand strong will seize the day

What we possess, mankind is after
Direct descendants of the Architect
Children of God, seeds of creation
Stakes so high we must never relent

We lie in wait 'til the human minds are clouded
Initiation of the Master Plan
Assimilate, build new life among them
Centuries will pass, patience will win
We are the bane of man

Await the days of Clouding
Earth Mother's sharing in our pain
Erase the human memory
They know not of where they came
And though our hearts are broken
We have to wipe the tears away
In vain they did not suffer
Ten thousand strong will seize the day


02. Something Wicked

Music & lyrics by Jon Schaffer
I can see clearly now
A painful vision indeed
An attempt at genocide, 12 000 years of pain
The human thirst for dominance
Leads them to Setian ground
The gravest of all threats now exists
All galaxies could suffer
Imagine the consequence if Man does succeed
The universe and all that lives will suffer evermore
Like a virus Man will spread
Through the time continuum
It's a power they can't comprehend
A power we must secure

So heed my word
A prophecy that's bleak and haunting
Acceptance not fear
Will pave the wave for life returning
The Elder foreseen
In Sacred Flames our world is burning
Yet more things are clear
By grand design, punishment unfolding

Faith in the prophecy
We'll take this tragedy, unite as one
Fate, show man no sympathy
Something Wicked feeds, thy will be done

Ten thousand souls
One for every year of framing
One of thirteen The High Priest and
the twelve that council
Charged with our tome
Retribution for our loved ones suffering
In secret they'll meet
A global network that endures for centuries

Faith in the prophecy
We'll take this tragedy, unite as one
Fate, show man no sympathy
Something Wicked feeds, thy will be done