The buckled rock contorts and strains
And frames the cave, and frames the cave
Dark fissure, wet and stained
He filled the cave, he filled the cave
On his knees, to appease
On his knees
Past her curtains to behold
Her dripstone and calcite folds
Scalloped portal to the hunt
That line the wall
Of this ancient cunt
On his knees, to appease
On his knees