Thundering upon the unpaved ground
Magnificient, adamantine eyes
Unchallenged might deafening all sound
Imagine now the soul that it belies
Cheers and screaming fraid alike abound
The armored halts in night and cries

Burning tears turn into vapour
He yells toward the crowd of learned
"Are all dreams then forged from paper?"
But none can see him, gone unheard
He has been here, will be here later
The armored finds the sands have turned

A heart of gold, too dense to beat
Unseen for years, some time ago
It may have melted in the autumn heat
A skin so tender, supple, warm like snow
covered all by rugged barbs of steel
His thirst has grown, like such thirsts grow

He curses virtues once embraced
And it heats behind his face of stone
He curses every soul he ever faced
His wounded shriek could shatter bone
As my fever-land then is erased
It strikes me I'm not all alone