Craving inspiration…looking, longing for something real to hold on to…I return to the never-ending black snake that climbs the hills and descends into the valleys forever chasing the edge of the world…and I find abundant empty traces, signs that show the way…those places in between…eternal hope’s bright rays…that cut thru the pines and light my path back home, but my home is where my heart is so forever I will roam…but I’m not empty any longer I was lost but now I’m found, and I’m calling for the gathering of the remnant with the sound of a magic conch shell come on people gather round…Come you scattered people prepare yourselves for war, beat your plowshares into swords and be oppressed and scorned no more. We are the people and we’ve got to fight our cause because the devils on the loose and he’s sharpening his claws. Pyramids and towers reaching to the sun…tears falling from the sky land on everyone.