I got a place in the underworld
That's where I'll go when the map runs out
I want a clean slate, kissing the morgue
On my knees swallowing swords

Ouroboros
Ouroboros

I want to go down to Mexico
Hear the horns sing in Jalisco
I want to lay where the old crones rest
Lift the veils of the ancient west

Ouroboros
Ouroboros

All things were, are, will be out of one
Through one and to one
All things were, are, will be

To be crowning endlessly
Experience every land and sea
I want to love you inside me
Forever mine, primordially

Ouroboros
Ouroboros

All things were, are, will be out of one
Through one and to one
All things were, are, will be 

All things were, are, will be out of one
Through one and to one
All things were, are, will be

All things were, are, will be out of one
Through one and to one
All things were, are, will be

All things were, are, will be out of one
Through one and to one
All things were, are, will be