Aghartha

Thunderous resonant sounds call from beyond the depths

And the winds of gravity change

Into memories of the consciousness of ancient rocks

Nature's answer to eternal question

The tunnels of sky

Meet under oceans

And fall into the vortex of Bermuda

The secret of poles

The Eskimos never existed

The lightning

Megatons of water

They fly within

A spinning thunderous vortex

The poles of the world

In the labyrinth of lost directions

Mankind's falsehood is the weight of gravity

Current, current, current

Sun has moved where lines of the compass lay vertical at the gates

Where the world inside

Stands alone in front of eternity

In the four fields of the hollow earth

I search for the riddle of clouds

Where the new world shall form from clouds

Gouging funnels in great abyss of the sky

In shape of the one stream

Where tunnels open into great nothing

And giant spaces that rent gravity

Unto the depths of earth

Alight becomes the riddle of the labyrinth

Where the channels of junctions

Reform ethos and forget everything

I search for the riddle of clouds

From where a new world shall form

A tunnel gouges in shapes

Stream in the great abyss of sky