The century turns slowly
Like a creeping grindstone on the twilight of a new millennium
The century turns slowly
Like a creeping grindstone on the twilight of a new millennium
The mist clears
Behold!
The gateway between the dimensions of the past and the present
A new world awaits me on the other side
My love for pure metal burns deep within
I must be true to myself and to the dream
To heed the telepathic celestial scriptures
To fight for what I believe
To abolish conformity
To be free, body and mind!
Yes, unity in numbers
But only as strong as the weakest believer
Armed and ready, alone at the gate
I honour my destiny
The future is my reality
Let the heavens be my witness
I will be triumphant!
To be free, body and mind!
The century turns slowly...