(Composição: Yngwie Malmsteen) Ab antiquo Ab integro Audi vide Tace si vis vivere in pace Why cannot man also fly We're chained down to the earth Not like birds in the sky Soaring from birth Devices of destruction, Devices of death Find out their construction Give them life, give them breath Which God may I thank Making art from a canvas blank Paintings from the holy book Depicting Christ and the chance he took Oh, tell me When will you ever learn the treu depths of my work Future is my concern You know art is my church Gaze inside the quest of man And find a new machine I learn everything I can Dig it up, cut it clean Always tried my very best To find what lies within Put myself to the test Judge me not, it's not a sin Which God may I thank Making art from a canvas blank Paintings from the holy book Depicting Christ and the chance he took Oh, tell me When will you ever learn the treu depths of my work Future is my concern You know art is my church When I'm dead and I'm gone Will you remember me? I've seen beyond the sun Reinventing machines Ab antiquo Ab integro Audi vide Tace si vis vivere in pace
