The Lightworkers (Battle of Aramya I)

The winter solstice awaits silently in the cosmos;

I can taste it in the blood of the dawn,

I can feel it in the air of the sunset.

The full moon, like a giant orange that hangs on the sky,

watches.

Muddy shadows surround the golden seal of Gaia,

while,

whips of fire lick the clouds:

The portal is now opened. The truth reveals its wings.

Liquid silver ribbons

of those who are awakened,

now break the Matrix codes,

in million pieces.

It begins!

The shallow carcass shatters, the spirit tears its strings,

The Darkness stumbles: fears no longer reach

the heart of those who know

the soul!

In consciousness,

In mind,

In body,

The sacred energies now glow,

as shiny rainbow swords,

that cut in flesh, and wombs of demons.

Arise now Indigos of Terra!

The codes reboot, it’s time to show,

The real flame that once was hidden,

The real essence of the world.

Arise Aramya from ashes, infuse, expand the central sun,

For love,

For truth,

For glory,

now!

It has began!