[Music: Norberg] [Lyrics: Norberg, Hageland] Shallow minds tighten the grip k**ing 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