Birth In A Cathedral

The goal is important. There’s nothin’ to say.
Nothin’,  just adrenalin. The way won’t matter.
It’s bloody stuff bravin’ the fires of hell.
Flesh-eaters are howlin’ for the feast.
Better not know the road ahead.

No obstacle, no difficulty, no darkness-beast.
What’s within is a glance of apocalypse,
a roar with an aura above it all.
The child knows no limits of sanity.
Confidence is simple, breaks through the wall.

Power-crazed captains. The total menace.
Generosity is liftin’ the veil.
All is pushin’ further and further,
is pushin’ to the magnificent,
to the cheering and screamin’ spark.

The nightmare is somber in the world of illusion.
The real is sublime, is atom and matter,
is something that spells eternity,
is ominous sound, takes your breath away,
is terrible sound of birth in a cathedral.

Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany