Letra de The Shadow of Ideas

The shadows of ideas now are looming, the wheels of memory begin to spin
The prophecy of numbered days consuming, the fate forged in the flames ignites within
The witchery of intellect inhuman, the sinful lust to impugn and inquire
The prophecy of numbered days consuming, the first steps in the lonely march to fire
Fear not the shaft; fear not the hunter's aim: into the splendors of the living flame
The first steps in the march to fire