Sky opened like a wound
its' lacerated void revealed a beating moon
the stars left to go feed them hogs
thunder rolled from the mountain like a sob

and the wind wined through the muted sea of leaves
seen a nightingale sleepin in saffron trees
there was an eagle just peckin at a block of lead
everyone not dead bowed they head

i was alone
in the valley that day

honeysuckle, she began to ferment
as lily of the valley did repent
three-headed hound come to collect rent
content with Beatrice's marrow, off he went

and a wolf grazed in grass
i seen a vulture circle in phoenix ash
the beast shed its burden and then collapsed
the sun it refused the taskmaster's lash

i was alone
in the valley that day

every time homer's tongue become a pen
dante went and clutched and that god damn slaughtered hen
virgil said wine is mankind's only friend
i heard the apostle whisper 'let's change the end again.'

well buddha jammed his junk into the bodhi tree
as a mosquito in his ear sang 'let it be'
well he shook it dry and he did breathe
he said 'these parasites do dharma with such ease.'

i was alone
in the valley that day

i was alone
in the valley that day