Coil - The Wheel | Текст песни

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• Coil
• The Wheel

When the storm clears and the sun shines
We'll see the country beyond the garden
I was dragged here by an angel
Against my weak will the stronger dictate.

Now I stand here, I've scaled the mountain
That led from function to forms of glory.
And when our hands touched like worlds colliding
A star exploding
Then I knew that the wheel is turning.

Rust transmuted to gold and silver
By strength of true will no more resistance
Just perfection
The wheel is turning.