[Lyrics: Beau Dyer.]
[Music: Stuart Prickett.]
Arrived at last but soon to part
An envenomed arrow healed mine
heart
Chase did I nymphs 'neath sullied tree
Bound by aesthetic ideology
Angel faced yet devil wrought
Not of worth yet
dearly bought
Surprise in the western hills
Lake of sand to drink your fill
Iron shod yet light as air
Lost all 'twas dear
without a care
By hell or highwater it will be done
By blazing moon, reflective sun
The darkened music that I see
Mortally
wounded finally free
Sink beneath the twofold depths
For they giveth life yet stealeth death.
