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The cave mouth shines. |
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By pure force of will |
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I look down on the world |
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From the top of this lonesome hill. |
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And you can run, and run some more |
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From here all the way to singapore, |
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But I will carry you home in my teeth, |
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In the great hall you drink red wine. |
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You chew meat off the bone. |
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I beat down the new path to the castle. |
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I come naked and alone. |
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I laid my son on the bier; I burned the wreath. |
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Fire overhead, water underneath. |
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You can stand up, or you can run. |
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You and I both know what you've done, |
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And I will carry you home. |
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I will carry you home. |
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I will carry you home in my teeth. |
