What life can grow in this barren waste
This land of iron desert
Where fire and ice battle years on end
And they’re both too tremendous to measure
What lure is there in the darkening red
That stretches beyond the horizon
With cliffs and with crags so different from here
But with no visible fruit to cast eyes on
Yet beckoned we are to the cold sterile dunes
This rocky metallic gravestone
It offers so little but temptation is great
To attempt to understand the unknown
