magog (in bromine chambers) - peter hammill lyrics

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 p-ssage through the greying snow.