I fire myself ten times a day I throw myself in a watery grave With fourteen horses on top of my head I hear the voice again and again I walk through the everlasting pit By the mountain of fire and the fountain of spit The pilgrims beside me just talk talk talk I am the goblin and the mangled hawk A demon lured me to his bed Where I fell into a poison sleep I dreamed of a river of ants inside me And they were sad and started to bleed In the dawn the demon spoke In the saddest voice, in the saddest voice He said: "Can you see love through a telescope?" The end of fear and the beginning of hope