Illusion Suite The Iron Cemetery
Electric tension will foster an iron scourge
Inside the tower of Wardenclyffe the weather's running wild
Craving force, power fusion, radiant diffraction
A whole production managed by one man:
The tower of Tesla will stand
All the world rejoices
Now as science brings the world to light
But the electromagnetic field of the earth
Brings all to a wild collision
This December something's on the rise
There's a sign in a dark horizon;
Cosmic fusion, sky divine
Ash from above
Makes an illusion;
Liquefied metal rain down
Draping the sky in shades this night
There was a place called Iron Cemetery
And science made it so
Forceful and decisive was the ironizing
And when metallic smoke had cleared up
The human race resembled robotic remains
They met their end in silence
Watching his act
Turning to chaos
Trying to finalize a cure
Watching his loved ones turn
So the years pass in silence without intrusion
Then suddenly a fragile flower blooms
Diffusing its life-giving fumes
Ash from the sky
Made its intrusion
Forging its liquefied crown
Down on the living of this world
