The old alliances have ended.

Where once dreamy sovereign and deepest oracle foresaw to rule:

The philosopher king has died, the dark seer has lost their sight.

Where once brokered freedom and wizened spectacle employed to direct:

The merchant’s have enclosed us all, the magician’s charms only torment.

Now, opposition is all that will drive forward, traditions and hopes are wasted in this quickened moment.

Nature’s magic must be guided before eager wealth and blind power absorb secrets of deathliest pace.

The path forward finds a future king held at throne by the people’s song.

It sees a twist of fate wound to align a blackening of sight for the evil-minded.

It breaks from individual form to become the big family and share prosperity widely.

And it charges through nature to exercise a new order translated beyond feeling.

Sleep in Celestial Age, we are calming.