Tear-like crystal drops of blood
extracted from this vital flood,
recede past Babel, then past Nod,
past galaxies devoid of god.

They glistened in our skies by night
surrounded in their desperate fight
by female figures carved in light.

Endless eons, pillaged, burned.
Countless gravestones overturned.
Odors rising heaven bound,
return to earth and can't be found.
Arias sung by dying slaves
are echoed through their haunted caves.