Slippery Abyss

Lyrics for Slippery Abyss

Beneath the armory, a strange discovery: a knight lying in his tomb! It's quite possible he overexerted himself It's quite possible he overindulged Getting lost in the catacombs, lost in the catacombs Vanishing and perishing, lost in the catacombs Awarded entry to the heavenly museum Awarded entry to the edges of the slippery abyss A staff has been lowered for you to walk with An ecologist has been asked to speak with you Barred from entering A forest clearing so green you cannot trust it There is blood on the moss There are animals who are not animals There are fairies who are not fairies A great fire has broken out for you to deal with Which once started cannot be stopped I do not need to tell you, for you have Already been to the edge of the slippery abyss! Mistletoe on the compost pile, mistletoe on the compost pile Remove your shoes at the door Getting lost in the catacombs, lost in the catacombs Vanishing and perishing, lost in the tunnels Rusty grief The more you learn to read the natural environment The more you recognize the dying mother And the more you work left hands with grief Navigating the aisles, the many confusing aisles of the big rock store Called death and beyond is second nature to the ecologist Walk through the catacombs, walk through the catacombs Awarded entry to the heavenly museum Turned out to be incredibly cold I do not need to tell you