Meridians cross the sphere Razorhands slowly bore Circles after circles Reach the heart, grip the core Crimson nails scrape the rust Of a dying sun turning pale Scarlet eyes, pouring ashes Like lava in the veins of hell This world deserved better Than this skyless ground Of reptile flowers And sleepwalking hounds This world deserved far better Than this endless flood Of centipedes soldiers And octopus gods I'll redescend along meridians Like the moon dives in oceans For i know days have passed I'll be gone in a quicksand-smile My pale sun deserves One last time... to burn