Aghartha

Thunderous resonant sounds call from beyond the depths

And the winds of gravity change,

In memories of the consciousness of the ancient rocks,

Nature's answer to the eternal question



The tunnels of the sky

Meet under oceans

And fall into the vortex of Bermuda

The secret of the poles

Where the Eskimo never where



The lightning,

The megatons of water

They fly within

A spinning thunderous vortex



At the poles of the world

In the labyrinth of lost directions

Mankind's falsehood is the weight of gravity

Current current current



The sun has moved where the lines of the compass lay vertical at the gates

Where the world inside

Stands alone in front of eternity

In the 4 fields of the hollow earth



I search for the riddle of the clouds

Where the new world shall form from clouds

Gouging funnels in the great abyss of the sky

In the shape of the one stream



Where tunnels open into the great nothing

And the giant spaces that rent gravity

Unto the depths of the earth

Alight becomes the riddle of the labyrinth

Where the channels of the junction

Reform the ethos

And forget

Everything



I search for the riddle of the clouds

From where a new world shall form

A tunnel gouges in the shapes

Of the stream in the great abyss

Of the sky