Babylon Mystery Orchestra - Benai Elohim

Secrets you dare not be told

Possessing beauty more precious than gold

You're deceived by a wicked persuasion

I know what you wish to be told

I'm music to your ears

I'm light to your eyes

You know better than to listen

But you can't resist a lie

Praise the machine

Benai Elohim

Back to curse you

Back to crush you

Search your past and I am there

Your father's fathers were ill prepared

I stretched my hand and the earth did tremble

You called us gods...You were scared!

Your places await you

And there is much to tell

Oh, you will follow

I'm your ticket to hell

I'm the reason they teach you in Sunday School

Test the spirits lest you be fooled...

Fool

I've been patient, I'll be patient no more

You don't believe in gods anymore

I'll hide my magic inside a machine

You'll get more than you bargained for

Come see my spaceship

Just for your eyes

Consume my science

Consume my lies

What you see, It ain't what you get

And you ain't seen...nothin' yet!