3rd impression man alone born of stone will stamp the dust of time his hands strike the flame of his soul ties a rope to a tree and hangs the universe until the winds of laughter blows cold fear that rattles in men s ears and rears its hideous head dread death in the wind man of steel pray and kneel with fever s blazing torch thrust in the face of the night draws a blade of compassion kissed by countless kings whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight walls that no man thought would fall the altars of the just crushed dust in the wind no man yields who flies in my ship danger let the bridge computer speak stranger load your program i am yourself no computer stands in my way only blood can cancel my pain guardians of a nuclear dawn let the maps of war be drawn rejoice glory is ours our young men have not died in vain their graves need no flowers the tapes have recorded their names i am all there is negative primitive limited i let you live but i gave you life what else could you do to do what was right i m perfect are you 