Enthralled was I, so enthralled was I As I walked the woods and the mountains high As I walked the woods and the mountains high All in the morning early
Then coming from an urn nearby I heard the sound of a baby cry And I paused awhile and I gazed inside The cry was mine, the babe was I
I was bilious I was saturnine As I walked from shrine to wayside shrine So bilious and saturnine All in the noontime early
Then coming from an old mash tun I heard the sound of a young man cum And I paused awhile and I gazed inside The come was mine, the man was I
So bored was I, so bored was I I stifled yawns, I swallowed sighs As I strode mid tombs and sarcophagi All in the evening gloomy
Then coming from a broken throne I heard the sound of an old man moan I paused awhile and I gazed upon The man was me, the groan my own
Then they moaned and came and cried And raised their voices in Dark Triad Saying “the music of our tethered sphere Is only silence failing It’s mere distraction, mere veneer While we wait the great unveiling”