Dampen the spirit or loosen the hold.
Throttle up, let the beast roar,
Let the tears of the angels soak your soul.
Let the fury of nature and of the metallic beast,
Manifest the angst underneath your breast.
No friends,no lovers can delve so deep
As the spirit pervading the primordial
Let the primeval spark ignite the flame within,
And the fuel be charred yearnings.
With helpless rage weld the pieces,
And let watery eyes polish the shine.
Be the anvil and let the torrent shape,
Sculpt Galatea from your red furnace
Fire and rain smite metal and smoke,
With motion and noise,the elements of our age
