I will step into the cave,
Time to meet the old man grey
Left my mother down the bay
Should see the frigthened glimpse she gave
The old man's face is drawn with ink
He shares a cup from which to drink
Swallow down, no time to think
He says:"now, son, yuo'll slowly sink"
Bushes tremblin', glowin' lights
The moon is getting out of sight
Great gods's tought, eternal nights
Scattred flesh after bloody fights
Deadly shadows all around
Of my Fathers underground
Haunts my soul breaking bounds
On my trails there's an howlin' hound