this is the end...
beautiful friend... the end
the charriot awaits the soft light...
signaling its go...
we'll travel west baby
following the river's flow
ride the snake
the ancient lake baby
fire dance
upon our rippled first glance
don't fein the summer rain
a life no longer mundane
let it sink into your brain
you have entered the house of pain
i am the lizard king. i can do anything.