Onwards and onwards in a cycle we move,
Perched on an edge between the old and the new.
I am the serpent, I am the libra,
My scales are glistening, my halo bright.
I am the herald, I am the scripture,
I’ll arrive tomorrow, I’ve always been.

Read the writing on the wall,
Tomorrow’s news in freehand.
See the rise and fall
Of fashionable ideals.
Look at yourself:
You make the same mistakes again.
Look at all of them:
They make the same mistakes again.

Blood will fade,
Like stone will break,
Time won’t stand still,
Life will cease.

Things fall apart,
The centre cannot hold.
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed
And innocence is drowned.

Shirk away from the blood on the wall,
Tomorrow’s sacrifice for freedom.
Freedom to return to square one,
To make the sacrifice once more.
Decrepit pawns
Where once they shone,
But now the gyre is getting
Ever narrower.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare
By a rocking cradle.

And now the lion awakens
To impose control on men.
It drags us towards our end
And when our world dies,
Another will be born.