M / Main:Art / Galatea II : The Design, The Research, The Result
Act 1 : The Design
Silver chisel, attack this stone, deep into the veins Dig in here, bevel there, to get perfect shape My body acts in harmony with this clear matter My arm hurts, yet it works with clocklike motion
She will be my masterpiece She will be my beloved star
Shall we face our fate a and challenge Life to make a change ? We must stand tall for our choices, whatever they may bring He tries hard to assuage his hunger for creation Might Man be spoiled when flying too close to God ?
I kill myself carving her to capture her beauty She was my dream, she becomes my aim What if she could live ? What if she was real ? I am afraid to think it loud, but I love her
She will be my missing half She will be my perfect wife
Act 2 : The Research
Gods of Void, please hear me as I make my senseless wish Gods of Void, please answer my prayer, my deepest dream I can almost feel her in my arms, sweet, lovely and pure I want her (I am sure), I need her (it has to be)
Am I alone ? Can't you hear me ? Will she stay cold and dead ?
Since no one can hear me I should go by myself There must be some kind of magic, I've to find it I was told about a place where stone turns to gold They unveiled the secret for eternal youth
Materiality has no bounds When you master all energies You can make them flow through beings Just remember : everything has a price…
Shall we face our fate and challenge Life to make a change ? We must stand tall for our choices, whatever they might bring He tries hard to assuage his hunger for creation Might Man be spoiled when flying too close to God ?
Act 3 : The Result
Gathering myself, I build a bridge between me and the sky Grab the sounding light coming from magnetic fields My mind, as a mirror, reflects our souls in harmony My heart gives the beat for our two lives as one
I channel external forces of the unknown galaxies Calling powers from every constellation I find the answer starring at a blue planet Neptune the Frozen grants me the solution
Life transmission She moves her hand The stream goes on Till my last breath
She's alive While I die Holy glance of Love
Life Death Love Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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