Out of the darkness,
Reflections of the past
He'll weave your hair with ribbons
And to the water cast
He'll give you light and vision
And keep your body young
Give voice to human wanting
And free the setting sun
Look to the fire
You'll have a quiet mind
And Drifting through the crimson
Salvation you shall find
Though many have been harmed by speech,
Through thinking, few or none
The rolling mist will hide you,
Into the flames you run
Tangled in wire, the Tantric Messiah,
He lives
Down by the sea
Tangled in wire, the Tantric Messiah,
He lives
Down by the sea
Under the ashes
The crystal of a dream
Can only serve to cleanse you
And keep your mirror clean
Both back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold
The Western wind is dank with foam,
The hagstone's touch is old.