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I don't want to be one of those...
...who wander through drops of rain.
Of those who spit one's reflection...
...than break the whole mirror's frame.
I just wait for moment when...
I will suit inspiration, ahead of prostration gates.
Prometheus, give me your fire, so I could waste it here.
In fortress of grey, down where the rainbow ends.
World shall not notice you breathing...
...unless it's steam on his face.
Our glory might be misleading...
Ambrosia may fake its taste...
I thrust my nails in horizon’s ethereal edge...
...hoping I'll find answers there.
No one shall leave flowers on my graceful stage...
...if I won't leave magnum opus generations could share.
I will suit inspiration, ahead of prostration gates.
Prometheus, give me your fire, so I could waste it here.
I know that I am strong enough...
I hope that I am strong enough...
Please send me inspiration, down through my fingertips.
I will wear inspiration, ahead of prostration gates.
Prometheus, give me your fire, so I could waste it here.
Unchain me from stagnation, dip me in deepest flood.
Let me gild human souls' stagings and let me boil their blood.
Burn me in fire of inspiration's flame...
Burn me in fire of inspiration's flame!