Magog (In Bromine Chambers) - Peter Hammill

In Bromine Chambers

There can be no mercy

No bitter flagellation for your sins;

No forgiveness and no sackcloth

Can cease the dance

Of ashes on the wind

Too late now for a wish

To change all wishing;

Too late to change, to breathe, to grow

Too late to smother out the tell-tale footprints

Which mark your passage through the greying snow