[Iron Mountains]
Planet pulsating, silence-mill grinding
The Moon shining blue within
Planet pulsating, silence-mill grinding
The cold tune of space sinking into rumbling
Sing, Mother Moon
Constellation, comet, vanishing into the night
Sing, Mother Moon, the planet is pulsating
Spheric frame, gas ball, black field
Oh, vortex, night-mass, the depth getting heavier
The same dream driving slowly its fragments
Round and round, in endless circles, matter inside matter
There is a planet toiling in every core, eternally
Oh, vortex, night-mass, the depth getting heavier
The same dream driving slowly its fragments
Round and round, in endless circles, matter inside matter
There is a planet toiling in every core, a lively cauldron each
Magma!
The furnace would warm up
Its heart melting, glowing continually
Out of the depths, the darkness
It erupts as red up to the sky
This chamber mills ashes
Pugs and builds matter from empty space
Minerals yawning up from the depths
Down from the cool glass of the blue moon
Building up, shaping
Erupting from the core!
Iron mountains! Thy vast depths muttering!
Stone mountains clanging, roaring from the dust!
Iron mountains! Thy vast depths muttering!
Stone mountains clanging, roaring from the dust!
This is the order within here
Unyielding, rigid
Twinkling mysteries incising the form
Coldly gleams the vast night
Ore mountain glittering white
Sprinkling sparks in the night
A cadence echoing in its chambers
A cadence echoing in its passages
A power tilting a rigid hatch
To all the frames here
A cadence echoing in the halls
A cadence echoing in the ducts
Chant, iron mountain!
Chant, iron mountain!