Testo di Lords Of Creation

Caress sweetly my instrument When words can only fail, Elicit naive notes from it When clouds form to prevail And fever shakes my burning heart More fragile than it seems. I raise my will to save my breast A Phoenix-life again to lead. Hark to the world from a different angle As far too few are able to, At least it's no big price to pay To see - not even you. For you were helpless innocent And you'll stay for all your time, You might reach the natural border, I will build a further line. Gathered round the fear that makes us strong - Freedom! Summoned to fulfil the human role - To grow! Hordes of dread Leave your throne. We're the Lords of creation, Human gods on our own! A symphony Carved in stone Of bold, artistic glamour Shall mark my home. So scorn the dull, uncultured mob Sticking on its seat And satisfied with empty rubbish - Ridiculous to me! I caress my instrument...