Six shades were gold   in what was iron   that broke them all   and left you lying in bed   a bitter maul   very very small      you thought the sea   could make her belly swell   in a better dream   you wake and pace the hall   spitting bowl and seeds   those iron brothers   and that's a dream   nothing matters at all   at all   at all   nothing matters at all   at all   at all      when you regrow home in hearts of iron   when you regrow home in hearts of iron   when you regrow home in hearts of iron   when you regrow home in hearts of iron