An apparition fountain
Disassembling masses
A language long forgotten
Cold hands to burning streets
Routed and surrounding
In a river of hatred
Forgetting and forgotten
In a mire of tension

We salt the ground
We blot the sky
With honey on our lips
And flesh in our teeth
Cassiopeia cast down
On a field of mirrors
Finally laid low
On a bed of needles

Vanity en masse
Gluttonous species
Caretakers of a ravaged planet
Lonely throne amidst the stars

Cassiopeia cast down
On a field of mirrors
Finally laid low
On a bed of needles