for the god with the rusted face
and thy halo's titanium lustre,
utilize thy rod and thy staff
to guide thy vaporous masses
a solemn giant who watches o'er
the mortals in their pillars of light
thy voice be thunderous and sombre
from thy mouth leaves human blood
thy towers ever-changing
ebon clouds upon thy crown
at thy feet white labeled bread
burning myyrh flies from thy breast
and permeates throughout the heavens
the angels in thy iron halls
offering their blood and tears
to the goddess of steel and iron
and in the solace of the night
when all the world's a dream
thy ribcage and thy spine become
cathedrals of iron and steel