Burning Desire

[Verse] Fuel on the soul pyre The harring of the land No peace Only resistant to the plan The feeling of ecstasy in my head The blood rushing Flowing Faster Impersonal God No voice to be found Screams of us damned Continue to ring out Always at the corner of my eye [Verse 2] Grand temptation to scry Laughter Horrid and calm I stare at my palms The speed of life It's just so immense If I slow down I will not make it hense. Eyes to the Aether, tempest of flame. Us children in our fathers domain. To prove ourselves true, the trial for us. Smile, stretch it, become worthy of Man. [Chorus] Gulping down that golden ichor, Dead God's of long dead time. Power remains with their name. Take it, use it, for our leaders numina. [Verse] Fuel on the soul pyre The harring of the land No peace Only resistant to the plan The feeling of ecstasy in my head The blood rushing Flowing Faster Impersonal God No voice to be found Screams of us damned Continue to ring out Always at the corner of my eye [Verse 2] Grand temptation to scry Laughter Horrid and calm I stare at my palms The speed of life It's just so immense If I slow down I will not make it hense. Eyes to the Aether, tempest of flame. Us children in our fathers domain. To prove ourselves true, the trial for us. Smile, stretch it, become worthy of Man. [Chorus] Gulping down that golden ichor, Dead God's of long dead time. Power remains with their name. Take it, use it, for our leaders numina. We must escape the grasp of time. Us youth of flowers, Surely out of line. We will gaze up at our glowing Sun. Doing well ahead of us we will have won. [Verse] Fuel on the soul pyre The harring of the land No peace Only resistant to the plan The feeling of ecstasy in my head The blood rushing Flowing Faster Impersonal God No voice to be found Screams of us damned Continue to ring out Always at the corner of my eye [Verse 2] Grand temptation to scry Laughter Horrid and calm I stare at my palms The speed of life It's just so immense If I slow down I will not make it hense. Eyes to the Aether, tempest of flame. Us children in our fathers domain. To prove ourselves true, the trial for us. Smile, stretch it, become worthy of Man. [Chorus] Gulping down that golden ichor, Dead God's of long dead time. Power remains with their name. Take it, use it, for our leaders numina. We must escape the grasp of time. Us youth of flowers, Surely out of line. We will gaze up at our glowing Sun. Doing well ahead of us we will have won.