Derayernah - Dreaming on the Upper Lyrics

Look, here come Zeus and Hermes
To set a cripple in motion
But these are men of linen
Oblivious of Olympus

Lystra, where are your ephods?
(At the core of the giant cosmos)
Derbe, where are your priests?
(The ram was slain out of time's realm)
Icon, we are not 'godings'
(Catch the foxes in our starry vineyard)
Firstly, big on your wreath
(Scar their kind lest they spoil what we've made)

Who's dreaming on the upper?
Four footers are no common
A tiding to the Cretins
The mysticals and titans

Hercules, show me your father
(The universe is our playground)
Merxe, your chariots are dull
(Flaming chariots and meteor rain)
Helen, pittance of pittance
(The Council says only the lost need finding)
Crisply, blessed be 'The Pea'
(I suppose I didn't find you then)

Had dissent 'bout the mountains
But though they too be shaken
And hills be moved & leveled
All for a twisted tendon

Athiri, handing the cluster
(Come amaze us with your wit)
Sesame, have it your fill
(Come crack us with your famous humor)
Apple, what is robusta?
(C'mon, calm us with your poise)
Lastly, curse me that fig
(Lost, last and least of these)