Intrepid fools up beyond the clouds
Rounding up a dream, fingers in the sky
Empty bellies drove, carrying every soul
They weakened a resolve, a rediscovered hole
Massively corrupted sheets of iron
Rust pouring molten and heavy through the air
With no choice we stride
Upwards and upwards and above
Until it is black and silent, to where the iron is cast
Where great gloved hands hurl gold
A void that has a most awesome kind of beauty
Vicious and infinite, silent and colossal
Then on and frozen in time
Limping we struggle forwards towards two lights
Each blue and crystal white in turn
Revolving upon each other in fantails and sparks
It is the very pot, the source of every smelt
