Heaven's Cry - The Alchemist Lyrics
[I. The Alchemist's creation]In a strange gallery, an old man's work takes formIlluminated by a candle, his visions light the domeIn a sea of immortals, his soul will be sownAs the universe will be pleased to welcome its new sonFour species were his preyIn the fields of the odds, from the world of unknownTook the blood out of their bodiesAnd had the purest goal, to blend it with his ownThe alchemist's work is doneTo procreate without a formAnd his death had been mourned[II. The valley of confusion]The creatures are left on their ownIn the valley near their father's corpseNo language they ever learnNo answers spoken from the iconNot a wordThe death of their creator left them mutatedA look in their eyes shows the beast insideAlone they would've built, together they destroyAnd duality begins to possess their mindsSoul alike, they will fight until the end of their livesFor democracy, hypocrisy, democracy, hypocrisyDemon's creation[III. From one to another]They're in for war and they set for VietnamIf they don't try to accept others' differencesIn any situation, they're in for religion, inquisitionTo live and to kill under new institutionsIn any wayThe fact the gifts they received from the sageAre the will to decide of what's wrong or rightAnd the need to understand through individualityBut they lean towards destructionTook over creation, became philosophyA narrow-minded eagle that won't expand its horizon[IV. The box of images]One of them created a thought-boxTo regulate securityAnd to create a limited universeA mentality formed into one's dreamPreventing the last war's dollBuilding fences, suppressing thoughtsHe trapped the others inside a cageSo they could breathe from the same windBut the box held the wind at bay?
