When the heat rises up to the point of maximum temperature
To give birth to the flame
The fountain of passion showers high

New ways emerge in the endless search
for the expression supreme
And true value of art

What does it take to feel it and make it real?
Maybe you must deal with insanity or steal

When we are at the forge
of creation but who knows
What lights up the torch
illuminating the process
for all those?
Those who are at the forge

When the steam burns your skin
And the mood is getting all so constrained
And the flame's dying down

The fountain of passion dried up... suddenly
No way out, there's nothing you can do about it but call it
And wait as long as you find another way

To create or come up with something that is to thrill
One must place one's soul between
The hammer and the anvil

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