Sinful and Dull Beside the Trees

Sinful and bright on the light
You grind grotesque icons beneath the land
Dig it! The fun is coming
Evil and tiny below the land
We draw damp bones within the earth
I reach! The vision will go
Sinful and dull beside the trees
You ensnare wanting spells among the slime
Awake! The demon is vanishing
luminous awake 
across the water 
sun on his face 
Where in the end 
the guest 
seek shelter 
unable to stop