Pygmalion's Dream - The Crüxshadows

The hand creates

And chiseled stone

Rises from beneath the striking

Hidden here below the fracture

The beautiful is corporal

The beautiful is real

I write these dreams

To make this world

Something more

Than hate and greed

I cast a vision

To change the tides

To give this world

What I have seen

Find the face within the stone

The Cyphered dreams

Of love enduring

No winds shall come

To move this stone

For here I plant

My gift to you

A monument

Within the mind

The stone is breathing

The heart is beating

And my soul is present

In every word

Galatea lives

And she will love you

While angels comfort

Should you fall