The Watchers Of Eden

In a chamber
Behind closed doors
An old ritual has begun
We don't know what lies in store but
We know it can't be undone

We call down the storm
It's slowly taking form
Now the gates are open wide
To the secrets of Eden

We join hands
And close our eyes
Something else will lead the way
We sail away
Through space and time
A dangerous game to play

We're riding the storm
They're slowly taking form
Someone just shut the door
The watchers of Eden?

What is this, where's the snake in the tree?
This is some alien laboratory

We're descending
Back to Earth
As updated versions of man
We have knowledge
Like no one else and
We look like we could use a tan

After the storm
We have taken a new form
We have become
The new race from Eden

No place for heathens