Karn Evil 9 3rd Impression - Emerson, Lake & Palmer

Man alone;

born of stone;

Will stamp the dust of time

His hands strike the flame of his soul;

Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the universe

Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men’s ears

And rears it’s hideous head

Dread … death … in the wind …

Man of steel pray and kneel

With fever’s blazing torch

Thrust in the face of the night;

Draws a blade if compassion

Kissed by countless kings

Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall

The altars of the just

Crushed … dust … in the wind …

No man yields who flies in my ship

Danger!

Let the bridge computer speak

Stranger!

Load your program.

I am yourself.

No computer stands in my way

Only blood can cancel my pain

Guardians of a new clear dawn

Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice!

glory is ours!

Our young men have not died in vain,

Their graves need no flowers

The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is

Negative!

primitive!

limited!

I let you live!

But I gave you life

What else could you do?

To do what was right

I’m perfect!

are you?