Standing all alone in the middle of a promised land.
Where is it, where is it, beyond the moon, behind the sun.
Always in the middle, in the middle of nothingness.

Remember, cross the ring of thorns with a pure heart.
Fear not, all [bad word] gods carry horns,
they will throw your eyes into the deepest well.
Loose your sight, gain another.
Seek the darkest fear, the deepest pain,
a forgotten secret of every earthly mother.

"Here bigynneth the knyghtes tale unveil".

Every earring, her clothes and more shall fall.
Behold son for it's mystery.
Look, the world is falling with her.

"By degrees we beheld the infinite Abyss, fiery as the smoke of a burning city; beneath us at an immense distance was the sun, black but shining; round it were fiery tracks on which revolv'd vast spiders, crawling after their prey; which flew or rather swum in the infinite deep, in the most terrific shapes of animals [bad word] from [bad word]  & the air was full of them, & [bad word] of them; these are Devils, and are called Powers of the air. I now asked [bad word] which was my eternal lot? he said, between the black & white spiders."

The old man says you're here, you're here at last,
like a mouse you sat midst the circle
surrounded by the thick black smoke.
Always carry the wind of wings.

"You're here, here bigynneth everything".