Passing over 
All the dark blades 
All the dark blades 
Of the forewords 
In the forewords 
Just a low sound 
Such a low sound 
Passing over 

Drawing closer 
Sheer horizon 
Flame horizon 
Haze of morning 
Magnets drawing 
Over the forewords 
Now entangle 
All tomorrow 

Gone. 
Gone. 
Through crumbled fingers gone. 
Can never be recollected. 

All pastness gone 
To the crumbled dogma-ing past. 
Can never be recollected. 

Passing over... 
All the dark blades....