[Music: Norberg]
[Lyrics: Norberg, Hageland]
Shallow minds tighten the grip
Killing the last of the poets
He fell
down to his knees
And drowned in the cold concrete flow
I long for what's untouched by man
I will dismiss answers based on
nothing-ground
I forge dreams to uncoil
I long for what's untouched by man
I even seek answers where they may not be
found
I roam these virgin soils
Atlas shrugged, I could feel
Clouds fell from the mourning sky
They're closing all too
soon
All too soon
Leaders of crowds turned stale, unfit to move
Pathetic freaks endorse dream deceivers
Antique festered
minds
Reduced to mock desire
Those who create should not corrupt their voice
Hyped is the feeble imitator
Seek and you
will find
Beauty to be denied
Bleeding moving spirit
Man bleed the moving spirit dry
Bleed the moving spirit
Man, they
bleed the moving spirit... dry