Vimanika Shastra (The Comsic Office of Coincidence)


The tribes crowded nearby the pyramids

Illuminated the shared the gifts

The tribes honored a secret there

The star children left the atmosphere

The pyramids hold a secret

The ancient tribes had sworn to keep it

Years later vimanas returned

the star children left no stone unturned

Elders so vain spurned the messengers

And so their pride was burned to ash again

The tribes anew looked up to the sky

Dreamers dreamed dreams of flight

Ancient stones are standing silent now

But still they talk to us somehow

Words and music by M. Schulz