Woorden: Candlemass. Blumma Apt.

Allseeing eye
you leave your shed
Weaving icy webs
of cosmic threds
Ask directions
and solid pennies
Must lit the molten stars
before they vanish
Impatient soul
a spark that passed
Into a diamond blur
of eons lost
And underneath
the universal will
Someone counts the loss
of the imbecill