Divine Instrument

The pressure drops and the clouds spin round The angels make their music The sunshine stops, rain hits the ground Tesla knew they'd do it The skies bring more than a downpour Our emotions begin to alter The grey mass blots out the light And bring terror if you've faltered Forbidden beliefs are cast to the sea Invisible from the shoreline The heavy weather knows us better A stronger swimmers alright Above I glance and at a chance I see the angels playing They look down, synchronise their sound Their displeasure has me swaying Their sound strikes fear as it meets my ears Then they threaten with a staff I question why I see with my eyes And as they play they laugh "Deafen yourself and keep your eyes down Don't like the music? Well here's our rod!" Then the playing stopped, their rod was dropped For there was the angered God I could not believe what I could see He took the halos from their heads He picked me up, put me on the beach Then cast them to the depths