Plant a tree of glass and iron and burnt stone.
Drive it deep, a blade in the heart of the matter.
Make your stand, keep your counsel.
Drive it deep.
Let the world and the ages and all the delights of creation whirl around it.
Whirl around you.
Whirl away.
Wait for a way.
Wait for the end of the world, a blade in the heart of the matter.
A blade before the walls.
A blade at the end of the world.
