They call him glamour-grace and wisdom
And the salvation of the land.
Once again the fig tree kingdom
Is blooming in the Promised Land.
His regal voice like refined gold
Embraces the foolish hearts of men.
With its viselike death grip hold
He lures them into mortal sin.
He is the Great Apollonian
Prophecy¿s Golden Apple Man
The age¿s old appolloyon
The New Age Solomon.
One more time the temple shall rise
Over the sacrificial stone.
The Lord of Fly¿s; Prince of Lies
Will declare himself, god alone.