A Beauty Made of Steel

SHE - a herald to destruction and creation
the next higher civilization
builds and expands the entirely new
the chaotic, primal, sinister goddess
provokes, creates, causes change and evolution

Whose wolves are unchained?
Whose war is unleashed?
Athough I scream - she does not hear
through her raging storms

Who is she? that is bearing her grim sceptre
over this desolate land
and Powers, Thrones and Empires
bow down, bow down, bowe down
somewhere in the bowels of the Earth
her Consort wakes up, wakes up

She is leading us towards the Glory
She is leading us towards the Ruin
but always against the degradation

And again - I tread her perilous path in these mountains