I met them in the dark
There were certain gatherings
I can feel their presence
Houses lit with candles
At the far end
We drove around avoiding
I remember her words
She was driving - searching
[Searching the depths of undiscovered exits
Trying to stay above water
Trying to enslave the Devil's daughter
Meanwhile souls burned
Representing men that baught her]
Candles of the color
Enhancing life, enchanting
Flames to attract bedroom eyes
Sensitive to incadescent rays
The place we ended up
The crazy people we met
Hourglasses churned - kolidescopian
More candles burned for the scorpion
[Candleside visuals, flashbacks and tribulations
Tracks that twisted, backmasking, masterbation
Wax fingers melting, twisting screams, vibrations
Bringing to live massive sexual deviations]
Final things are said
Dead entities are put back on their shelves
There was no more wax to burn
Still the visuals would not subside
[The witchboard had no more secrets to reviel
Everything we imagined felt as if real
There was only one more exit to seal
Before we could enter the fourth dimention for real]