We Sulphur Roast Stomp
IN THE DESERT MINDS
WHERE MIGHT THE OASIS LIE
WANDER AIMLESSLY AND LOST
WITHOUT EVER KNOWING WHY
IN THE SULPHUR MINES BELOW
A PUNGENT STENCH RULES OUT THE BLOSSOMED PINES
IN THE VALLEY OF THE UNTANGLED
HOLLOW BULGING SYRINGED EYES
BECKON OUT THROUGH HOODS OF FIRE
CLAD WRAITHS SKAMPER ROUND
IN THE SULPHUR MINES BELOW
A PUNGENT STENCH RULES OUT THE BLOSSOMED PINES
IN THE SULPHUR MINES BELOW
A PUNGENT STENCH RULES OUT THE BLOSSOMED PINES
ALL YOU HEAR ARE THE STARK STARVED OUT CRIES
OF THE LINES AND LINES OF BLIND... BLIND BLIND...
