Freezing wind’s tousling my hair, hampering my breath. Now I can recognize this place, symbols on the sand. Silent chasm’s looking at my face, still I go ahead. A dot of light’s dying out in my trembling frozen hands.
Dying out in the black mouth, in the black mouth of cave. Dying out in the black mouth, mouth of cave.
Humid walls squeeze me from the cleft, I am on the brink. Little ghosts touch my sweaty face with their little wings.
Now I hear some rustling Getting closer to me In the depth of the cave.
Now I see someone’s eyes Shining around me They covet my brain.