Genesis
Suppers Ready
Apocalypse In 9, 8
With the guards of Magog, swarming around,
The Pied Piper takes his children underground.
Dragons coming out of the sea,
Shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me.
He brings down the fire from the skies,
You can tell hes doing well by the look in human eyes.
Better not compromise.
It wont be easy.
666 is no longer alone,
Hes getting out the marrow in your back bone,
And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll,
Gonna blow right down inside your soul.
Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon,
In blood, hes writing the lyrics of a brand new tune.
And its hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue,
Hey my baby, dont you know our love is true,
Ive been so far from here,
Far from your loving arms,
Now Im back again, and babe its gonna work out fine.