This great evil, where is it coming from?
What will it play if it wins, a flute or drum?
From what seed or root did it grow?
Who’s doing this?
War
Eye Of Athena
A sunny day with clouds and a heavenly bliss
The wind brushes up my neck as a tender kiss
I see her in this street, Athena is her name
Puppet
I move my fingers and my puppets dance
I give them all a personality and a stance
They can fly in the motions of my control
I move them not
The Horse That Flew
In a vast plain where land was green and true
I see a black horse that’d stomp with its shoe
With a posture it walks, ‘my God how great’
It
Violin
Zimmer rimmer and dimmer goes my song
Music starts to flow in the air all night long
Now waves of my expression from a violin, fly
Rain falls as Earth