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If thou... still creeping Beheld us... still dreading Thy sinister heights Thou'd stand as a mere rock for us indeed, A moloch for worms A colossal artefact Guardian and denouncer of the weak Yet... In pristine and eerie beauty thou'd dwell Trumpets... resounding with cacophony And smoke... effusing venom Now ascending Mount Sinai Whose bounds are trampled down Since heaped up with the sands of time Outlived as a moloch for worms Outlived as a colossal artefact Monument and monolith of oblivion Here... In profane and moribund solitude thou shall vegetate Imperishably. Aus Songtexte Mania