The Reckoning

Before religion
Just before the grand illusion
Reality was viewed as an intrusion

All the lines were written in the sand
Then the lines were broken on command

Warriors of the night
Lift your hearts, prepare to fight
And taste the glory of the
Reckoning to come

See the writing on the wall
Lift your hearts, heed the call
And taste the glory of
The reckoning and shape of things to come

Between decisions
Unaware of who's the master
Focussed only on your own survival

All the lines were written in the sand
Then the lines were broken on command

Before awareness
Just before the grand confusion
Prophecies remain the sole solution

All the lines were written in the sand
Then the lines were broken on command