| From the east the dawning breaks | |
| Coating shards of earth | |
| Watchful eyes are grazing the peril chasing | |
| Still they must venture | |
| Unyielding iron scornful in delicate hands | |
| They heave the cravings of boundless cancer | |
| Braced to endeavour, yet I could barely crawl | |
| Should it sever my heart from yours | |
| Keep me close to you | |
| Lest I drift away | |
| Guard me from the woes | |
| They will merely make | |
| A penny's worth of bleeding | |
| A fortune spent in healing | |
| And serve the mirth to devils | |
| For whom my toil is given | |
| Pray for sleep | |
| The rainfall of embers | |
| Bathe me deeply as I reach | |
| For your face | |
| The icon of mercy | |
| Will you take me from this place? | |
| They rise and dictate the ruthless nihilist | |
| In reeking mantles all made of vermin | |
| Such hunger, to the dirt - infectious savagery | |
| They are the bile permeating reason | |
| Whence appeared the scent and taste | |
| Of God and love and wealth | |
| And whither do they translate | |
| Into assets unknown to pathos | |
| \"...As a victim of a holocaust he hath received them | |
| And in time there shall be respect had to them\" | |
| (From Wisdom of Solomon 3: 6) | |
| Scorching heat, the panting shrieks | |
| Water boils in earth | |
| Dreary looms the freedom, the scars of Eden | |
| Our death is trivial |