Wandering around in the wilderness, wondering when I’d fall off the edge
Watching as the goat slips and trips over the ledge
But besides the bloody bones, there was nothing that remained
Oh…landing on a landslide, insects slip and slide

Wondering around in the land of the lost, watching as the highlander
Searches in vain, with a subtle psycho-pathetic black candor
He seemed to have lost something at great cost, so he slaughtered a lamb
And cutting up the cadaver, he took a shower in the falls

Wandering around in the wilderness, through the eyes of a necromancer
As he digs up the remains of a long-passed ancestor
Skull, spine and hips, thigh bones and ribs were all that remained
Landing on a landslide, like insects we slip and slide

He crushed up the bones and mixed them with the soil left of the flesh
And with his blood, and that of the lamb and of the mountain goat
He was flying full of fire, spitting sparks, ever higher
Spinning on the threshold of the heavenly desire

As he gazes out over the grasses
The stars form a picture, his light begins to flicker

As he soars up over the tower
Poles, charged with power
And sparks like stars in showers
He moves inside you, hunting you down

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