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Golden keyhole, skull flags, white horn
Something green in the red blood of your first born
Silver bowl of water from the highest fork of an elm tree
Bring these to me when the moon is flat

Go through the doorway
Out in to the plains
Deep in to the cavern, deep in to the grit
So beyond the shifting borders of your mind
In the red glow, the dark room

Low the sea rests, tell me what I'm running from
In the water, down in the water, down

Something with eyes burning
Red turning, searching in the
Blackened skull of an elephant
On the body of every woman I've loved
Every woman I've loved, loved, loved, loved

All (?) in dreams a bloody tide is loosening
But not from the desert of the east
But the ocean is coming

Go through the doorway
Out in to the plains and
Deep in to the caverns, deep in to the grit
So beyond the shifting borders of your mind
In the red glow, in the dark room

Low the sea rests, tell me what I'm running from
In the water, down in the water, down
In the red glow, in the dark room
In the red glow, the dark room

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