A liquid form Encased in gold Inside a rock upon the cliff Facing the echoing caves The guard's a witch Deservishing round a black square Bored of the air The taste of green The scent of sulfur Alone I made a door to whitch I found no key Alone I made a key to whitch I found no door The liquid form Encased in gold Inside a rock upon the cliff Facing the echoing caves The guard's a witch Deservishing round a black square Bored of the air The taste of green The scent of sulfur Alone I made a door to whitch I found no key Alone I made a key to whitch I found no door