Watchers of the storm
Flit round our glowing dome
Not for them a slow heat death
But frozen by the cosmic dawn
Hewn from primal fire and stone
They watch while we freely burn
Watchers of the storm
Flit round our glowing dome
Not for them a slow heat death
But frozen by the cosmic dawn
Hewn from primal fire and stone
They watch while we freely burn
Malcolm Lightbody 