My Gears Are Starting to Tremble

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