My Gears Are Starting To Tremble - Eskmo, Brendan Angelides

Walk to precursor that stands

In front of this living creation

Spoken with pace in this sacred space

The gears are starting to tremble

It lifts up its hand from this golden strand of fiber

Stops, and it waits there

Turning its head, awake from the dead

The gears are starting to tremble

Now by this time, it’s straightened its spine

Looks down to its chest of silver

Reaching it hand to this withered man

The gears are starting to tremble

Shadow and doom are gone from this room

Where I sit, sheltered by seaside

Lambent gold heart shall tear me apart

My gears are starting to tremble

My gears are starting to tremble