Curved Horizon - Spiritus Mortis

The Agarthian masters sitting in their throne room

In deep meditation watching the surface-world's doom

The greed of mankind turned the world into a disgrace

Now everything will be destroyed by the ancient superior race

The purifying death blow beneath the earth’s core

Seven deadly saucers rising through the ocean floor

No tears are shed when the exterior world dies

Into the polar opening our Vimana flies

Winter darkness I have faced

And the shine of the summer night

Now I have come down here

To the world of eternal light

The forbidden city Shamballah

Beyond the curved horizon

The shrine of the greatest wonders

I’ve ever laid my eyes on