There is a place where no man has set foot
In its fruitful soil each idea takes root
In sacred and untouched dark corner of mind
All of a sudden a weak glimmer has shined
Against the darkness it stretches its glow
The power and promise of its radiance grow
The glimmer evolves and begins to dance
Like an artist, consumed in a strange, obscure trance
This ribbon of light, joyful with life
Was lacking the knowledge of fear, woe and strife
Light as a wind, yet reshaping the world
Once to be seen with its power unfurled
Both in the beginning and in the end
Is the ultimate cornerstone
Essence of thinking, the paint of the mind
Which can burn with fire, yet be cold to the bone
I am the fire
Storm blazes right beneath my skin
Eyes filled with ire
Realm of rage trembles within
My future reflects red, ivory and metal
Decisions that you made were proven to be mad
Corrupted, demented, wicked and hurt
I am the victory dressed in an iron shirt
This is the craft stronger than divinity
Thought powers the forging of this glory all shall see
Behold the miracle that changes what may be
Now be obedient and hearken unto me
One for the earth, One for the air
One for the depths of fathomless despair