Omen Rama - Drinking Silver lyrics

From a young star system.. war ridden; Forced to pitchfork for ore Not born a slave, before he was a matador Had a badder who*e and ama**ed a fatter hoard Of past awards, cash, and amore Adored by more, than a thousand Moorish roars That soared from the nosebleeds to the coliseum floor Betrayed, now... in a cage, he escapes Set a blazing coarse to pour forth Due North; then west towards the who*e's Port.... First you must traverse the Lord's thwart Known as: The Hell's Porch It's a cold moaning ocean Of old growth coastal forest Warts and bullet hornets Of course there's the orchid sorceress And her son, the horrible torturer Morty Mortissen The Morbid Holds a sword and a hacksaw Slackjawed Smells like a boars a** in a mashed sauce Of sad dogs Shadowed from the lackies and leviathans Who blind to hindtail From fine ale and catclaws Take refuge near the canopy Fashion a crude spear Set traps and alarms for outlaws Dirty paws, and jaguars Fast asleep... He dreamt of a liquid silver man With wings for ears; He revealed a near green tablet And scenic dream of... Red sands and; Volcanic granite He said "Bull roared, glory for your wings and horns." From where the race of gods became And mortals bore So follow these lay lines That lead to these campsites And from there the cave hives; Past the lost eyes saddle In ten days On the margin of the Dead Plains Gather a bundle of sour Moon flower trumpets and Two Thorn Apples I can bring you here to Juno Where your soul come from It told him "We are old friends."