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....