Apparatus The cold iron rain softly moans As it suicides on castlewalls On mudpools and treetops Repeatedly dying Will this never end? Repeating Repeating Repeating Repeating like a dusty needle Jumping back on a playing record Will this never end? "This circle!" the choir of a whispering voice Cries out of the seraphim's Ebony throat The tears melting from the angel's white ice Flow out of the fire that burns in her eyes In mourn of the suffering waste That repeatedly falls from the skies Will this never end? The parapet silently cries Covered in transparant blood In transparant ashes and transparant skin Mourning a spill of heavenly life The Seraphim weeps living tears On castlewall bricks Mudpools and Treetops (Will this never end?) "This circle!" the choir of a whispering voice Cries out of the seraphim's Ebony throat The tears melting from the angel's white ice Flow out of the fire that burns in her eyes In mourn of the suffering waste That repeatedly falls from the skies Will this never end?