A world, I’ve seen it
Unknown, I feel it
Up, down, inside me
Willing, consuming
Can’t look at the shade
The light, is true the way?
Look away, into the tower escape
Raining landscape paints the sight
Scent of rain, perfumed fuel of the mind
Waves, singing, dancing
Siren song, lost in misty dance
All around? The lighthouse lost its light
Searing cold of the dropping sky
Caressing, a face
Another torrent from my eyes, dust and glass
Inside, awaits…
Oh the light of the inner gate
Ascended from the day of birth
Are we all born with the gift so great?
Clawing and crashing the shades beneath
Oh ignore them, sear-burn them
Let the fire burn
Let the fire burn and melt
Let the hands below
Let the hands below guide the knife
And shape the night
Oh, shape the night
And come inside
In the wake of the flames of oven you see, a clay
In the nake of mud and hunger you see, a shape
The shadows may scare you
But their hearts will serve you well
In the forges of creation
Let the fire burn
Let the fire burn and melt
Let the hands below
Let the hands below guide the knife
And shape the night
The night!
The night!
The night!
In the night, soft shadows cast the moonlight sky
In a dance of heart and mind
Your clay, oh your clay!
Oh the clay! It may, be rough and burning, but your eyes and soul are turning
Turn! The gift of life you gave it, to transcend the world beyond here
In look and shape you wanted
And forever bonded!
Your souls twist and turn
Like a wind fueled by sun
Inside your heart is sounding
Outside your tool is pounding
Created to please the body and soul, like a god
From the highest of the two stars,
The small above the known one, its heart it’s worth more, than gold!
The path to there is danger, but your hands and tools are ready
Tunnel narrow of transcendence, the clay aims and nods!
Oh yeah!
Oh, your carving knife
Oh the tight passage to its heart
The pounding hammer blows, another rocks it’s drawn
Oh the force opening its eyes
The wish of shaping piercing like a dart
A proud smile wide is drawn
Of your creation!
Soft and deeper goes, the passage from state unknown
Your tools were born for gods
Oh, so fitting the job for
And now the void calls
And let the magma ligth flow!
And night settles on…
The beacon light, shinning no more
Tired eyes of a fate to never come
And the rain that never stops…
