Peter Hammill - Magog (in Bromine Chambers) 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 pa**age through the greying snow