I see nine red snakes around me an arid desert and black swarms of madness here surely it’s a nightmare that obscures my view and now falls from my hands the antidote
Seven yellow stones stand on me and golden sand on the edge of nowhere maybe it's an idea that haunts my old soul and now falls from my lips my last word
Bright is the moon so deep the sea I came before the wind of doom
I won’t fall from grace I came before the day and the night let’s get away from this world this time