What I saw that day the world turned to rust,
Beneath a red dawn,
Which fell like blood from the sky,
The burning red in my eyes,
Consuming all the time,
Like a snakes scales that shine different at night.

From Rust we are born,
Rust which comes from dirt,
Rust which came from the sea,
On the ghost of a whaling ship,
And forms over everything,
From ground to ceiling,
Crawled and vantage found,
Of severing, sweet, crumbling luster,
The ...