(Messengers)
The tendons of knowledge string tightly together despite your anthropic dissent.
The wrath of the Romans came quickly with fire, an act of infernal contempt.
But through a provision by ageless dominions these wonderful treasures were kept,
And held here by keepers for centuries after, they wait here for you as bequest.

All your doubts and fears, remove them from your mind
In here, where all things flow.
You will find the things that science left behind
In here, for all to know.

Do not tread a lonely road, you still can save your kind,
Grant them proof of what's foretold, truth is a child of time.

Can you hear the echoes of phantom pathways?
If you're to prosper, now heed what we say.
Prophecies, cosmic dreams, astral light for all to see.
New awareness, truth of existence

Αλήθεια αποκάλυψε (Alitheia apokalypse)
Επιτέλους προς όλους (Epitelous pros olous)
Συγγράμματα (Syngrammata) 
Γνώση (Gnosi)
Ώρα (Ora) 

Echoing through the innumerable volumes are voices of gods none have named.
These forbidden passageways lost to the histories have power you cannot contain
But there is no sinning in new-found beginnings, panta rhei now is your creed
See what ethereal realms will await you in Alexandria!


(Prophet)
I see a view of nature upside down, I'm listening for a guide, no sound.
These quanta allow me to see small clouds of possibility
Just boundless energy speaking coded words in my thoughts.

I see the algorithms making life, the endless webbing systems of our minds,
Is this the universe?
Laid bare, the branching empyrean tree is far beyond what any could foresee,
My spirit holds on tight, fiercely calling to be realized.

You allowed us to believe that this was lost, all I've known is lies,
How can you bring me here with such a fragile mind?
Overwhelming me with things that have been lost in time?
My senses deceive me, this great geometry that binds the universe
Calculates that soon the human race will be over.


(Messengers)
Do not tread a lonely road, you still can save your kind,
Grant them proof of what's foretold, truth is a child of time.

Can you hear the echoes of phantom pathways?
If you're to prosper, now heed what we say.
Prophecies, cosmic dreams, astral light for all to see.
New awareness, truth of existence.

Anchoring you on the path of destruction; nature of war and decay.
Your place in the cosmos is not self-extinction, blindness has lead you astray.
You now have a mission, divine admonition, show them and let the truth flow.
Share with them proof of the things that you've seen, for now it is our time to go.

In The Halls Of Alexandria

Granted amnesty by the powers that be
For this venture through time
Forging Temporal bonds, for what lies beyond
Is a nexus sublime

What will be of us?  What will we behold?
For the past is set in stone, now the future awaits.

Now break the barriers of time and space.
Prepare our herald, unbound by fear.
Endless questions yet remain of what will be;
Will we find utopia, or find we've gone too far?
The positronic scout begins his task,
Cast into uncertainty, wrought with the seeds we've sewn.

Conscripted nobles, aristocrats of physics,
Two centuries forward, unwritten history.
Laws of nature are defied by human craving to decide,
One can only surmise a future that sees our demise.

His visions bring us baffling news, a population gone from view.

It's puzzling to deem this as our destiny, yet no signs of genocide at all.
Relativity dictates time is not a static state, have we been replaced?
Humaniforms have occupied what's left; organic automatons.

The successors!

They spoke
Of a dark and hellish time
Visions
Where nine billion died
Borders
Have been torn and cast aside
Wonder
We wonder why...

Drifting out of sequences, this is what has to be,
We birthed a lasting legacy from our own doom.

Visions

(Traveler)
Walking silence, within my vision, it calls me.
Restless journey, under lord Ra's sun, heat burning.
Following my dreams into unknown sands,
Voices haunt me, spirits in my head force me forth.

Sandstorms tearing flesh right from my bones, I press on
Through this ancient desert of pharaohs from times gone.
Disembodied pleas pierce into my mind,
(Spirit)
"Come and find me, my lost disciple, to my lands"

(Traveler)
Ancient land, of two horizons, why must you beckon me?
Blessed am I as his chosen, one with his legacy.
Khepri, raise the morning sun, show me my destiny.

Occult ancestral lines, genealogies that have passed by,
Can this be called divine, when I've lost my mind?

Blood pulsing in my veins, coursing with a poison stain,
Nothing has been explained, can I be still sane?

Ancient land, of two horizons, why must you trouble me?
Damned am I to bear his burden, trapped within his litany.
Separate mind from body, without autonomy.

Shai must guide my way to what has been preordained
Now I find a necropolis unknown.
In the center lies he whose spirit pierced my mind,
Body barely preserved, his tomb defiled.

(Spirit)
Oh, my lost descendant, your journey has been long.
Spill your blood upon my decayed and mangled form.
Consume the contents of my canopic jars,
Let our souls become one, all glory be to Amun-Ra

All children of Atum will bow before my grace
Freed from Neter-Khertet.
Blasphemers' mouths sewn, their eyes be shut.
Meshkenet mends my ka, a god of old reborn
To bring to all a new life.

(Vessel)
Power far beyond the gods now dwells within the newly resurrected lord,
A pharaoh revived, and the world sees his light!

Land Of Two Horizons

The tyranny of the imperium brings the world around us to it's knees.
Gears that mince our will, exhume our welfare, in the form of stark decrees.

The time has come for purpose, how could we have gone so wrong?
No more shall our lives be purchased, we will find a place where we belong.  

Marching to the call, end the life of a thrall
Supremacy for all, the world shall watch as gods fall.

Rise against them, claim your freedom again, and put an end to this vile regime.
Be reborn now, as a mighty tempest that will wipe away their dreams.

The unification of masses comes at a cost of life that we have paid
To begin a war of the caste-less, no more self-appointed gods to guide our way.

Marching to the call, end the life of a thrall,
Supremacy for all, the world shall watch as gods fall.

This day we pledge to restore what once existed,
This world was level with life before the change.
Once we were weak in this wasteland of earth,
And what the false gods, they, have stolen will be returned.

Throughout the landscape there is chaos, a war-torn planet sees a change
They will know, now, just who we are, and soon their empire will fall.
Our masters burn

As Gods Fall

Cedar Forest

Alpha Decay's radio debut with Bubba the Love Sponge on April 25, 2016 on No Rules Rock 98.7FM Tampa

Alpha Decay - Bubba The Love Sponge April 25th, 2016

Alpha Decay is a progressive metal band from Tampa, Florida. Using metal as a backbone, they also rely heavily on Classical, Opera, Jazz and World Music to create their distinct sound.

Roy Stegman	..............................	Keys
Jennifer Allen	..............................	Guitars
Matt Larsen	..............................	Guitars
Bill Holton	..............................	Bass
Kristopher Huffman	..............................	Drums

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