Grip my hand, child

We're flying away

Away from this incompetent slumber

Throw open your arms, I'll take you away

To my cave, I'll show you my collection,

My treasures under the warm entrance.

As the walls begin to bleed,

A cleaning is due again.

If you find the walls damp with water,

Venture deep within the walls and find your gold.

If the walls are dry, dampen the walls yourself.

Venture past the shaven trees into the vast canyon to uphold your

treasure.

This is my home, I take my slumber here

I leave my mark upon this shelter.

I leave my blood upon these walls.

Forever mine.