With a mask painted on She becomes the object of affection Centuries past, she still avoids detection She is developed as the questioned conThe hands of a genius At the mercy of the brush of knowledge Resting upon the minds edge On and on, the puzzle is continuousThrough the secret initiation The seed of evil is passing once again Walking amongst the living men This immortal is caught in a conflictionTurn your hands to the sky Follow the encrypted code The lurk of the smiling grin The stories meaning comes from withinA distant mind Living in the near past His gifts perverted and harassed We are genetically one kindIn his scribes left for the future His work and his brain have become shrines Lay the clear lines down A legend forming creatureShe tells a long-lost story Depth by depth She is still to take her breath Breaking out of this conformitory
