Aghartha

Thunderous resonant sounds call from beyond the depths
And the winds of gravity change
Into memories of the consciousness of ancient rocks
Nature's answer to eternal question

The tunnels of sky
Meet under oceans
And fall into the vortex of Bermuda
The secret of poles
The Eskimos never existed

The lightning
Megatons of water
They fly within
A spinning thunderous vortex

The poles of the world
In the labyrinth of lost directions
Mankind's falsehood is the weight of gravity
Current, current, current

Sun has moved where lines of the compass lay vertical at the gates
Where the world inside
Stands alone in front of eternity
In the four fields of the hollow earth

I search for the riddle of clouds
Where the new world shall form from clouds
Gouging funnels in great abyss of the sky
In shape of the one stream

Where tunnels open into great nothing
And giant spaces that rent gravity
Unto the depths of earth
Alight becomes the riddle of the labyrinth
Where the channels of junctions
Reform ethos and forget everything

I search for the riddle of clouds
From where a new world shall form
A tunnel gouges in shapes
Stream in the great abyss of sky