Mighty swing old unions part, rings of time in splinters lie
Chips will a fire start, old life in ash to die
Head of steel body wood, its kindred brother tears
Wounds misunderstood, that no prayer of air impairs
Soil that root had nursed became a shiny head
In its child\'s flesh immersed, renders fuel from the dead
Tooth cold and hard, parts clasping hands with tongue of steel
In deaf disregard delivers cracks father time can not heal