Constant کے بول

With each daring new concept Creation and form One fragment of shelter From heaven be torn The bleeding through barriers Shine of redemption The taste of renewal Let art once again be a weapon The whim of the forger is theft from the flow The hatchet now redden with creation's blood Constant is forever I am the creation So bold in design The errors of one thousand minds Bleed out through a world gone blind This is the magic that a name would stain