Silmaril - Full of Hell

Secrets in the permafrost

Trouble in the barrens

A brilliant glass

An eye of treasure

Thee old wisdom

Unloving

Secrets in the permafrost

Trouble in the barrens

What was wrought is unwrought

What was made now unmade

The truth, a piston through your skull

A steel bolt through your frontal lobe

Like a rope is reaching down

A dawn sapling is reaching up

Humanity’s step unbidden

In God’s iron clutch

An eraser to your soul

A smudge across aeons

«All goes onward and outward

All collapses»

Wondrous upheaval