A sketch of a man
In the corner of a page
A cell in amber
A shadow of a soul
From this step I rise
Transform and evolve
From nothingness
And its innocent purity
Transparent flesh
And mercury blood
Flowing and turning
Like a berserk storm
Feelings from the void
Immaculate thoughts
The first step forward
And the line on the ground
In this world I rule
Conquer and absorb
In this emptiness
And its expanding heart
Transparent flesh
And mercury blood
Flowing and turning
Like a berserk storm
Like a berserk storm
Like a berserk storm