Simulacrum Lyrics

Pygmalion could no longer
Love his own
Humankind

Propoetides dared to deny
The great Venus
He abhorred their lives and souls
And sought to carve his own form

Galatea – the embodiment
of human perfection
Purity – the unliving, ivory reflection

Nature cannot with this art compare
Humanity cannot transcend her form so fair

With solemn rites performed, he calls her bride
With blandishments he invites her to his side
Pygmalion approached the shrine
And implored the powers divine
If all we can require, be ours to bestow
Give me likeness of this being

Divinity favoured his plea
Transfigured into flesh
He presses the pulse
And feels the leaping vein

Behind the glint of silver eyes
A soul is born and usurps her mind