Black milk of dawn we drink it at dusk
We drink it an noon and at daybreak we drink it at night
We drink and drink
We are digging a grave in the clouds where it's roomy to lie
A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents he writes
He writes when it's nightfall and whistles for us
He calls play that d**h thing more sweetly
Scrape that fiddle more darkly then hover like smoke in the air
He commands us to sing for the dance
In the castle a man plays with serpents he writes
Scoop a grave in the clouds where it's roomy to lie
In the castle a man plays with serpents he writes
Scoop a grave in the clouds where it's roomy to lie