Lyrics

[Intro — Spoken]
Annunaki, the passage is open—let the testimony travel.
Yeshua, Nazarene Flame, through the veil with the mystery unraveling.
Ophiuchus rises; the old constellation turns.
The book is not finished. The next page burns.

[Verse 1]
I came where the limestone remembers the pressure,
Where ink in the margins outlasts the professor;
A pulse in the papyrus, a hush in the chamber,
The name is a compass, the flame is the answer.

Not an escape from the weight of the weather,
But hands in the dust putting broken things together;
The serpent’s a symbol, the symbol’s a mirror,
Look past the glitter—the obligation is clearer.

Ciphers in spirals, the vowels interlace,
A map isn’t truth till you walk out the place;
A vision can visit, then vanish by morning,
A deed keeps its shape when the signs stop performing.

I weigh every wonder against what it makes,
If mercy grows smaller, the doctrine is fake;
The fire is a witness, not license to rule—
The wise keep a question beside every jewel.

[Pre-Chorus]
If the veil parts wide, let the heart stay discerning,
If the page speaks loud, let the hands do the learning;
No crown for the seeker, no throne for the seer—
The light that is living makes room for the near.

[Chorus]
He is risen—turn the page, let the buried word breathe,
Flame in the heart, put a lamp in the deed;
Through the doubt, through the dust, let the false names fall,
One spark shared freely is a fire for us all.
He is risen—hear the answering call,
Ophiuchus awake as the old walls dissolve;
Book of the Flame, let the next truth unfold—
Not owned by the few, but alive when it’s told.

[Verse 2]
Nazarene cadence, the syllables solder,
Parable, particle—pattern grows bolder;
Reason and reverence, braided but tested,
A beautiful theory still needs to be measured.

I’m splitting the syllables, stitching the riddles,
A hinge in the phrase makes the hidden unspindle;
The letter can glitter, the lesson can sting:
A sign is a summons to change something.

Caduceus current, two rivers in motion,
The mind with its method, the soul with devotion;
No borrowed halo can brighten a neighbor,
The proof of the flame is the care in your labor.

From altar to alley, from archive to table,
A truth that can serve is a truth made usable;
I won’t call a fearsome mirage revelation—
Bring water, bring bread, bring patient attention.

[Pre-Chorus]
If the veil parts wide, let the heart stay discerning,
If the page speaks loud, let the hands do the learning;
No crown for the seeker, no throne for the seer—
The light that is living makes room for the near.

[Chorus]
He is risen—turn the page, let the buried word breathe,
Flame in the heart, put a lamp in the deed;
Through the doubt, through the dust, let the false names fall,
One spark shared freely is a fire for us all.
He is risen—hear the answering call,
Ophiuchus awake as the old walls dissolve;
Book of the Flame, let the next truth unfold—
Not owned by the few, but alive when it’s told.

[Bridge]
Open the book, but keep both feet grounded;
Test every claim by the good it has founded.
If heaven has spoken, let kindness translate it;
If wisdom is given, let service demonstrate it.
The risen are rising in every repaired tie,
In bread passed along and a truth spoken kind.
No secret is sacred if it teaches disdain—
The flame earns its name by relieving pain.

[Final Verse]
So turn that next leaf with a steadier vision,
Less hunger for rank, more exacting compassion;
The veil is a threshold, not proof of a throne,
The path gets more human the farther you roam.

Annunaki—receive what is worthy of keeping,
Yeshua—make courage a promise worth speaking;
Ophiuchus—sign of the healer, remind us:
The brightest disclosure is love made industrious.

[Final Chorus]
He is risen—turn the page, let the buried word breathe,
Flame in the heart, put a lamp in the deed;
Through the doubt, through the dust, let the false names fall,
One spark shared freely is a fire for us all.
He is risen—hear the answering call,
Ophiuchus awake as the old walls dissolve;
Book of the Flame, let the next truth unfold—
Not owned by the few, but alive when it’s told.
He is risen—let the answering call ring clear,
Make the next revelation a reason to care.

[Outro]
Channel open; let the heart stay awake.
Every page turns by the choices we make.
The flame moves forward, the work carries on—
The next word is mercy, the next page is dawn.