The Hand of Creation

Ashes and bones

A circle of stones

A mold must be formed

The work never done

Calluses bleeding

Skin peeling off

Tethered to aether

The work never done

In the dark of the night

In the blinding light

A ballet of lightning, semen and gold

A last pirouette, let life now unfold

From seconds to minutes

Ever so bold

When words are like poison, let truth now be told

(From minutes to hours, let truth now be told)

And the heavens wept

As the tears came falling from the skies

In the eyes of the beast only bloodshed

While seven suns cast seven rays, a helpless cause

The healer and the maker

The circle needs a breaking

Woodchips on coal

Iron in coils

Fires, rise up!

Hear your master call!

The alchemist conjures a magic of old

While they bend and they break

The body's now born

Boundless source of power

And the heavens smiled

As the bellowed roars came from the skies

In the face of the beast only laughter

And seven suns cast seven rays, a noble cause

The healer and the maker

The answer's always fading