Reflections

An obelisk hangs over the horizon A mask sounds the funeral bell This garden of earthly delights Is fermented by the knell Come breathe the boreal peace You are welcome here among us Perfection is a Gordian knot We command it Be gone emptiness You who have plumbed the depths of the past Red in tooth and in claw Bloodthirsty genes of untamed wastes Behold our champion The star of progress When the triptych wings are closed Colours still before our eyes Our rule shines the way The end of history Its blazing wheels! Trample to dust those who would oppose The reflection of the sun in the spearheads Sever the skin of ambitious hydras The shining arms of Antimony! Break all refusal of will The glaring trumpets Seven times they will sound One Hail and fire upon the earth Two A great mountain is burning Three The water is bitter Four A third of the light shall fade Five The star is given the key to the bottomless pit Six Legions of lions shall be unleashed Seven I am your king! Resounds the scream And thus is a glorious age Truly born