No words of horizons, drone and cobble, glowing stone A pendulum swings from one dimension to another Sedulous hands devoid of fingers for the war Contraptions, steel and scrapers – cross and idle fire We promised that with fire we would dominate durations Under blistering skin, fighting for salvation Sombre is the healer who is but a carnal spark A crumbling edge to grasp – nails on a cellular mark We promised that with fire we would dominate durations Under blistering skin, fighting for salvation Sombre is the healer who is but a carnal spark A crumbling edge to grasp – nails on a cellular mark Below the voidless dark