Genesis

Somewhere along the railway a body divided in two Somewhere between the screams, those visions were never seen I understood the voice An ancient sacrifice Buried in wreck To rise up in a gaze In marches the bitter man. Fire away again and again Hang dry curtains are down. Sink down in dumping grounds Sirens scream in your head when the march lingers on Hear the echoes of the ceremonial doom --- Genesis - Cult of Luna