XXV, Pt. 1 - Pallas

Cling on to life, cling on to hope

Cling to your future on the end of a burning rope

Should you choose to light the fuse

And ignore that for which I labour

I’ll see you burning bright

In the night sky of your neighbours

Is this the final act of your sad and sorry play

You took our gift of Paradise and you threw it all awa

Like a mini supernova you’ll be over in a flash

Turn your history, your culture and your children into ash…

Twenty five true honest men

To rule your world with wisdom

We can all begin again

Give me Twenty Five, good honest men

We’ve saved your world before

We can save you once again…

I am no God, I am just a man

But your reticence to listen, calls for a totally different plan

I have a mission to judge you,

From a higher intellectual plain

To decide if you are worthy, if your existence will remain

You must cease the endless bickering and find a different way

If you fail to heed these warnings, I will sweep you all away

You have twenty five short hours to comply with all I say

Any semblance of a failure and this will be your final day

Give me Twenty Five true honest men

None can corrupt or interrupt

In pursuance of this plan

Just Twenty Five to dedicate their lives

To lead you, to guide you, to a future filled with light