Back ten millennia, before the fall of man
Before the hordes of the tyrant god advanced
Was a revolution, a mighty rebellion
Seeking evolution with the symbol of Triskelion

The system felt threatened; advancement's embedded
In our spirits, so their method - shred up our soul's essence,
Bound to a meteor, time and space ripped us apart
Til we were hardly more than beating hearts

Stuck in oblivion until we encounter the monks who represent
The Order of Vikaas -- progressive development
Lanterns flickered in the distance,
Hooded forms approach and provide assistance
To their cave to a crystal altar where they laid us
And they began to chant a mantra meditating
We are almost dead, hanging on by a thread of energy,
Until we hear the Om and feel a burst of heat
Oxygen returns I can finally breathe, relief
Blood pumps to each extremity
Now I'm in agony, I think they call it gravity.
Dimension so heavy, acclimation distressing
Monks cleanse our lenses, heal our bodies,
Tame our senses, train our psychic defenses
Adaptation complete, we have arrived
Consciousness returned, our spirits revived!


Our strength has returned, our rest was a blur
Vitality's rising it's time to emerge
From the cave to the light as in Plato's allegory,
A crowd has gathered round to listen to the story
They were downtrodden but hopeful yet
So we asked people what they had grown to expect
We were not the first of our kin to arrive,
More came before us, dark agenda in mind
On a mission to enslave the people of earth.
Like they have for ages through the deep multiverse
Strategically weakening bodies and minds
Tempering hearts, spirits of humankind
But the monks prophesied rebels from the skies
Would rally resistance bringin the underground to life
And the fact is we're gaining traction,
Empowering the masses to liberating actions