Sotiria

With all this tech we forget that once we needed shamans 

With these A.I. replacements we no longer aspire to warriors; we've become so limp and lost our zeal 

So much emotion with so little feel, our deffences are down in miriad ways

Demonic resurgence has bound us in chains and we despair for want of a Saviour 

Almost all are dealt the green and screen; it's all they can see like pollen to bees

Day after day we genuflect at the knees to bless our "lovers" in a cathedral filled with antichrist devotees

Rogue gargoyls set us on pillars and sleezily drink our souls; they deny our divinity while calling us gods

Only to replace us with new idols when we're dessicated and worthless

Can't you see we're feeding our light to the darkness 

Bastian's Nothing is approaching fast-- Quick, we need new names!

We need to be born again but how?

Should this rebirth be through water, fire, both... or something altogether other?

Oh, someone send us a Prophet to help!

Come to the Son among you, say the angels. Come and find what you seek

Return to the High Priest who will wash you in efficacious blood that can set you free

He is able to intercede and bring that hope: the peace of which you speak

And his gentle love will guide you throughout your years, months, weeks... and days and hours and minutes

His counsel will transform you from within, from lonely rotting sinners to filial celestial winners

And no power or institution will be able to hold you down, for his light overcomes them even now

Instead of fake tokens from a demoted Devil's sky, with the passion of the First Genesis,

Your heart shall eternally be crowned like those trees you see at Christmas