The Hidden Masters

When the days become as dark as night

And the world begins to change

There are those of you who die of fright

Or tear your eyes out from the pain

Your gilded houses will give no shelter

When the heavens fall

The sacred tomes will give no answers

When The Masters call

Forgotten ages unknown to man

Before we crawled out from our caves

Exalted patrons of earthly clans

Elevation of their states

Your gilded houses will give no shelter

When the heavens fall

The sacred tomes will give no answers

When The Masters call

Look at yourselves

Look at your world

What have you done?

What have you become?

Look at yourselves

Look at your world

What have you done?

What shall you become?