Hawkwind
Horn of Fate (Destiny)
Yet year on year the greedy tideSwelled from the west unsatisfiedAnd ever with impatient fretGnawed at the human banquetAnd many with madness in their eyesStared gibbering at the white hot skiesWhere foul birds circled overheadShadowing the living and the deadSouthward to where the blood red sunSickens at noon in vapors dunHe stumbles with the fear-tamed herdsOf savage beastsWhile homeless birds fly overhead
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