Midwinter - Lords Of Creation lyrics

[music & lyrics: Andreas Funke] Caress sweetly my instrument When words can only fail, Elicit naive notes from it When clouds form to prevail And fever shakes my burning heart More fragile than it seems. I raise my will to save my breast A Phoenix-life again to lead. Hark to the world from a different angle As far too few are able to, At least it's no big price to pay To see - not even you. For you were helpless innocent And you'll stay for all your time, You might reach the natural border, I will build a further line. Gathered round the fear that makes us strong - Freedom! Summoned to fulfil the human role - To grow! Hordes of dread Leave your throne. We're the Lords of creation, Human gods on our own! A symphony Carved in stone Of bold, artistic glamour Shall mark my home. So scorn the dull, uncultured mob Sticking on its seat And satisfied with empty rubbish - Ridiculous to me! I caress my instrument...