Midwinter Lords Of Creation

[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 its no big price to pay

To see - not even you.

For you were helpless innocent

And youll 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.

Were 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...
[ Lords Of Creation Lyrics ]