Come down from the lion's backCall down to the endless sleepersGive life to the dimming daysThat run in an endless stream nowIn the black of the eyeIn the heat of the actIs a crack in the iceCome down from the iron wheelCome back from the endless laborLook down on the rolling wavesThat strike on the crumbling reef nowIs what the body becomesIn the bellow aloudIn the crack of the drumBut if the body diesWhat is left of the heartBurns whiteNo light on the western shoreNo sign of the ships at anchorNo sound but the roaring windsNo warmth but the life behind the eyeAnd what the body allowsIs a flash in the heartUntil the memory diesAnd a forever lifeIs an infinite lieHung wide
