I fire myself ten times a day

I throw myself in a watery grave

With fourteen horses on top of my head

I hear the voice again and again



I walk through the everlasting pit

By the mountain of fire and the fountain of spit

The pilgrims beside me just talk talk talk

I am the goblin and the mangled hawk



A demon lured me to his bed

Where I fell into a poison sleep

I dreamed of a river of ants inside me

And they were sad and started to bleed



In the dawn the demon spoke

In the saddest voice, in the saddest voice

He said, "Can you see love through a telescope?"

The end of fear, and the beginning of hope