Feel the tremors that shudder and moan
Right foot, wand of straw wrapped round
Marching off it makes no sound
No timbre in the air, no tone
Left foot clamp down on the ground
Red hot breath like some Hell hound
We go in the cave one by one, alone
Right foot, wand of straw wrapped round
When bugs and rattlesnakes abound
Through grinding noise, the sole road home
Left foot clamp down on the ground
We don't even stop by the lake we found
No respite for the weary bones
Right foot, wand of straw wrapped round
The horizon is punctured by crucifixed mounds
We left so eager, but no longer condone
Left foot clamp down on the ground
Right foot, wand of straw wrapped round
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