Three Friends
Levellers
A Weapon Called The Word (1996)

Burning searing sun
soft thru the skin
bring your grace down here
tearing past the grey shadows of today
stroke away the fear

cold and steaming moun
call down a tune
lend us your ear
glide by the curves
which your secret serves
but bring not your speer

and life holds no time
by the blink of your eyes as both
you watch your sister planet die