Текст Hawkwind – Prometheus
Текст:
He is a vision of a telepathic martyr,
Born of a comet from a crystal sun.
Just an illusion of a giant star dying,
He’s more than human, he’s a God Machine.
A sound and fury of a sonic solution,
A panacea, he’s a master of time.
Mandrake messiah on a gravity waveform,
He’s an exotic, he’s a manna machine
Prometheus rises in a rush of sound.
The power of the ancient’s light he found.
The secrets of the stars etched in his face,
Defies the laws of physics to continue the race.
A product of collisions in a neutron star,
An artificial product, born in a jar.
Omnidetector, a neurotic revelator,
He’s enigmatic, a stigmata of time.
Prometheus rises in a rush of sound.
The power of the ancient’s light he found.
The secrets of the stars etched in his face,
Defies the laws of physics to continue the race.
Prometheus rises in a rush of sound.
The power of the ancient’s light he found.
The secrets of the stars etched in his face,
Defies the laws of physics to continue the race.
