Twenty six yards into the forest,
Two men, White and Black, can see a hypnotic light
They must go, but by curiosity or command?
The light sings, like a hummingbird,
Or a power station, or a tuning fork
It doesn't matter, they find it beautiful
When they reach the light
They suddenly feel the ground disappear
Everything looses it's shapes
Then they find themselves in a strange hall
Light flicker, strobe of strangeness
Eye swaying on seasick cameraman
Wild is the eyes of the lost men,
In fright of slow-motion moaning,
The chanting and the children's scream
White looks up from hiding hands,
A figure in robes stands pointing
At a table strangely lit in smoke
Black dances lying on the floor,
He can see fairies dancing with him
As tiny fire-flies above a fire
The robe-clad ghost of don Giovanni
Sits opposite to white at the table,
Upon which a chess-board is placed
White is black, so don Giovanni move first,
Great force drives the tower into black flank
As the machine gun fires shells at nothing
Heavy machinery keep talking through
The walls of the corridor were Black
Is running through sounds of metal and chains
When White falls to his knees and hide his face
He begin to feel cold and start to shake
A choir makes him look up at the altar and a cross
He stares at nothing as he finds himself in the void:
In fear he notices how empty and icy it is
As the beholder spreads his wings and circle to heaven
Black dreams on a white table as the owl watches
from above it can see everything below
All around is children playing strange little games
One of them is abusing a roll of tape:
Attaching Black's left hand to a star
That has been drawn on his forehead
Another child is drawing another star
Just below the umbilical cord
That's where the other hand is placed
White appears to notice a opening in the game,
He smiles madly, and move the queen into
The ghosts battalion of carved bones
Then the room is expanding, the table travels
The beholder is circling from three back to twelve,
Where we can see a beautiful girl in a forbidden pose
As Black's eyes roll to place he is crouching
Inside a small hole in the ground he's naked,
He's cold and shaking around the hole is five cats
From his pocket White takes a gun, caliber small,
He caresses it gently, as if it was a part of him
Then he points it at he girl and says: I'll come in your mouth
Her head explode and there is a rain of blood
The furious don Giovanni slams his fists to the table in anger
Fury and screams and sirens and noise is hurting White's ears
A light is descending in front of Black,
who is back from the pit with a bowl of candy in his hands
As bells begin to chime above, a voice is heard from the light
"Your mind must go, or we can't tell you anything Right?"
The voice is dry and dull like cardboard as it states:
"Tell me if you think you are suitable for this message"
"We are not evil, we are just of another kind
Please forgive us if we are inconvenient
Sorry if we are scary Friends?"
White tries to grasp the robe, but strong hands gripe him
Sharp knives burns his wrist full of magic signs:
Aloha! Var hälsad! Greetings! This is number 234384
Then suddenly, by blast of blinding light
Their stomachs turn as their balance goes wild
The surrounding colonnades kindly keep them upright
Slowly the sickness is fading, then they discover
That the columns they leaned at, seem to be treas
Twenty six yards away is their house
With tears in their eyes
They look at each other, silent
What is there to say?
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