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