He brought you a crooked wheel, A simple piece of wood, Thought as an exercise To show the world your skill. The pleasant neighborhood (Was) wishing for something nice (But) he couldn't even think The blast that filled your mind. The art is powerful It has to shock your souls; Express desires Shake from the deep your worlds; Ravish your senses to its timeless kingdom. You wanted perfection, You didn't please the good; Your satisfaction Was mind leading the flood Of imagination To reach the highest peaks; Eyes incantation, Shudders turned into thrills. The art is powerful It has to shock your souls; Express desires Shake from the deep your worlds; Ravish your senses to its timeless kingdom. Under a feeble light embraced by darkness You materialized centuries of nightmares. A dreadful scream of horror Echoed in the bare room, A wheel soulless and hollow Carved to be the epitome of doom Transfixed by the eyes of Medusa, Paralyzed by the ancient gods; He perceived the might of the shield, He just thought to the money it could (have) earned. The art is powerful It has to shock your souls; Express desires Shake from the deep your worlds; Ravish your senses to its timeless kingdom. He (only) sold (your) immortality To satisfy his greed.