Dark is the dungeon
And darker is the brightest color
The horse has run away again

Yellow is the river
And yellow are the thoughts of angels
The crippled man knows that he's right

Believe the farmer
When the reap is not good
And you better have
Faith in the ground
And burn the old house down

Hollow is the purpose
The purpose of to live alive
The body has no aliby

White is the mountain
And whiter are his deeper grounds
The horse is coming back again

It's right the heart is
Somewhere inhere
But it's harder to say that it's right
The murder is no crime

Believe the prophet
When the words are insane
So you better have faith
In the sea