Scientist - Richard Dawson

I am come straight from the palace

Through the toadsong to your step

At the behest of the king

With a gift for your temple

I have lugged this strange contraption

Over many a hoary dale

Unbar the gate!

Take me to the house

Of your so-called priest… blasphemer!

«We do not require the use of your abandon

We have our own seeing-device, powered by waste

It no longer recognises words or numbers

Words or numbers»

As a fellow citizen of reason

I strongly suggest you reconsider your position

Or you may face the wrath of truly dire consequences

The installment of this modern wonder

Is for your own benefit

Down will rain boiling tar on your roofs, if you refuse

«We have long-since in a vision fleed into the nameless foothills

Somewhere fire cannot live — a secret dome

Enclosing a whole world made anew

World made anew

World made anew»