The sun looks down*
From his high astral sphere
And pours down below
It's sad bacterial light
Upon this infection
Wounds of world burning
All the names that travel to void
In the fields of carbon snow
Where the youth turns to stone
Where bodies and dreams
Are material for the dust
Material for Silence
Under the fermenting sky
Under the rain of carbon
Witness the cold world
Choke her children
And hide their bodies below
Down to the infected ground
Where the old nightmares hibernate
Under black carbon snow
(Where the youth turns to stone
Under black carbon snow)