There is a pipe
That's hanging from the sun
The origin of storms
And where the winds come from
We're curled upon a catafalque of stone
In mortal dread before the depths unknown
Of blacker than black
Black blacker than black
Black blacker than black
And we will leave behind
Our feeble mortal mind
For all the things on high
It's deaf and numb and blind
And silently they'll come
The daughters of the sun
In chariots of gold
Their veils slowly unfold
And in the mansions of the night
Sisters of sleep they do abide
Where mercurial is fixed
And fixed is mercurial
In the dark beyond the day
We too are stars upon our way
Shining out of the black depths
Where we must play
There is a piper
At the gates of dawn
Where horses of the sun
Plunge into oblivion
Of ivory, of horn
The wise have said
Astrea, Scorpio
The Fountainhead
Of blacker than black
Black blacker than black
Black blacker than black
And silently he plays
The piper at the gates
The sphinx with the syrinx
The hiss of the abyss
The hiss of serpent's kiss
The bliss of the abyss
A hiss of kisses' bliss
A piss in the abyss
And in the mansions of the night
Sisters of sleep they do abide
Where mercurial is fixed
And fixed is mercurial
In the dark beyond the day
We too are stars upon our way
Shining out of the black depths
Where we must play
And in the mansions of the night
Sisters of sleep they do abide
Where mercurial is fixed
And fixed is mercurial
In the dark beyond the day
We too are stars upon our way
Shining out of the black depths
Where we must play
Black black
Black blacker than
Black black
Black blacker than
Black black
Black blacker than
Black black
Black blacker than