Enthralled was I, so enthralled was I
As I walked the woods and the mountains high
As I walked the woods and the mountains high
All in the morning early
 [bad word] from an urn nearby
I heard the sound of a baby cry
And I paused awhile and I gazed inside
The cry was mine, the babe was I

I was bilious I was saturnine
As I walked from shrine to wayside shrine
So bilious and saturnine
All in the noontime early
 [bad word] from an old mash tun
I heard the sound of a young man [bad word] And I paused awhile and I gazed inside [bad word] was mine, the man was I

So bored was I, so bored was I
I stifled yawns, I swallowed sighs
As I strode mid tombs and sarcophagi
All in the evening gloomy
 [bad word] from a broken throne
I heard the sound of an old man moan
I paused awhile and I gazed upon
The man was me, the groan my own

Then they moaned and came and cried
And raised their voices in Dark Triad
Saying “the music of our tethered sphere
Is only silence failing
It’s mere distraction, mere veneer
While we wait the great unveiling”

Dark Triad
Dark Triad
Dark Triad