Coil - The Wheel (1987)
When the storm clears and the sun shines, we'll see the country beyond the garden. Oh, 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.
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