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