Testo di Neophyte Visionary

Grinding the teeth to the nerve, pacing miles in circles Setting fire to my throat, secluding my world Sewing meat to the bone, biting nails 'til they break Setting fire to my lungs To sanctify my senses Imitate, emulate, incarnate The ones who last Imitate, emulate, incarnate Those with means Laying on the altar, harvesting the fire Basking in the immolation A guiding luminance I know what strings I can pull So they believe my dance to be steps of a waltz, in time I am the kingmaker, mover of worlds and men Keeper of time and grain, author of fate Sower of wind Now To skies Let rise Great spires Built high