Lyrics

Driven by vagaries to the bottom Sage lifts burning at both ends A mortar grinding into a pestle Overflowing with transmuted gold Keyless passage A hall of arches All doors refracting doors Like a lachrymose reliquary A shadow swallows a rusty claymore Ebbing down into hues of red light Filling a black cellar with no exit Like a drape of blood Filling the cellar like a drape of blood With my mouth agape I swallow it all