Fire Dissolves Ice Yet You Can Make Fire With Ice

There comes a bloodless slaughter There comes a day turned into night As they toil with their dreams, their fodder As they face an immortal might Watercolors awash with orange, yellow and red bleeding Seeping and dropping little rainbow jewels On dewey fields coveted by man, fertile for seeding Under the rising sun's heat, searing and brutal Mystical ideas threaded into a life of woven seams, splitting and ragged Vision and sound colliding, though silent and soothing like in winter the snow falls The skies meld the ancient stars, and drowning seas, and there moves the glaciers Lands become barren and flooded, borders great thick rock solid towering walls Built by tired human hands By those who once worked in bands Now separate and crawling Under a god who has fallen