Axis Mundi

Inside the foundry they have given birth For the upheaval of a buried earth The sanctified mechanic bends the axis of the world they mend From the center of it all They rise They forge Their thoughts They breed through the machinery of faith They scourge They burn And the wheel on the axis will turn The gracious ambiance began to swirl In raging winds of the inverted world They would not to this dream awake In time their shores they would forsake They rise They forge Their thoughts They breed through the machinery of faith They scourge They burn And the wheel on the axis will turn They rise They forge Their thoughts They breed through the machinery of faith They scourge They burn And the wheel on the axis will turn Yes, they bleed Through the machinery of faith They yearn And the wheel on the axis will burn