| Circle within Circle | |
| And when that hour came | |
| From words they passed to deeds | |
| Spires, Spirals, and Stones rise | |
| 'And in the distance | |
| A cathedral in flames' | |
| Given a chance to recover his breath | |
| And exposed | |
| To the process once more | |
| The youth squirmed | |
| In a shower of gold | |
| That etched on his skin the words: | |
| 'Paradise stands | |
| In the shadow of Swords' |