Silver sky-circle? Thatta one dead yolk. Empty cloud.
Green sky-circle? Thatta one Gods’ Egg. Goat with thousand young, him she lay much long time ago. Thousand thousand new gods growing all inside. A day comes, then a Gods’ Egg, he hatches. Young gods biting hungry. Tear a-down all stones. Blight sown fields. Burn tall towns. Gulp down all a-man children! Thatta day, beast children feast!
A day comes.
Dustman's Hall 