Now what may foeman's malice do to harm us? What, O Immortal, mortal man's deception?

Absorbed into the heart, be sweet, O Indu, as a kind father to his son, O Soma,

As a wise Friend to friend: do thou, wide-ruler, O Soma, lengthen out our days for living.

These glorious drops that give me freedom have I drunk.

Closely they knit my joints as straps secure a chariot.

Let them protect my foot from slipping on the way: yea,

let the drops I drink preserve me from disease.

Make me shine bright like fire produced by friction:

give us a clearer sight and make us better.

Our maladies have lost their strength and vanished: they feared, and passed away into the darkness.

Soma hath risen in us, exceeding mighty, and we are come where men prolong existence.

Fathers, that Indu which our hearts have drunken, Immortal in himself, hath entered mortals.

So let us serve this Soma with oblation, and rest securely in his grace and favor.

Associate with the Fathers thou, O Soma, hast spread thyself abroad through earth and heaven.

Rig Veda HYMN XLVIII. Soma.

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Lyrics:

Deep under the mountain, the mechanical birth

Kissed by the sky, touched by the Earth

Emerging from the darkness to hold back the waters with a snake...

Drawn from the stone, forged in the flame

Hammered at the anvil and tempered by the rain

Points for the arrows to penetrate the scales of a snake...

To penetrate the scales of the snake

We sought the protector, we sipped of the nectar

We've gone to the light where we all live forever

We've gone to the Gods – what use are enemies now?

Oh, what use are enemies now?

These artifacts of war will outlast us all

In the past where we've flown, in the future we crawl

Back into the womb, what could they take from us now?

Oh, what could they take from us now?

Rustling in the reeds around the lake

Whispers of the law we never break

Oh, the many hammer strokes upon the stake

Eye of bat, tongue of newt, wing of snake

There is only the law.....

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Drums, cymbals, assorted cookie sheets, rubbermaid 50 gallon trash can full of empty aluminum cans (the can can), keyboard/synths, marching, thunder can, misc percussion – R Thomas

Guitars, bass, string arrangements, assorted cookie sheets, rain stick, samples, broken zither, vocals, marching, programming, lyrics, artwork – PS Perkins

Marching, assorted cookie sheets – Sabin Thomas

Mixed and mastered by PS Perkins and R Thomas