Revealed, underlined in a sudden gust of wind

The profile of a man raises under the moon

Uncovered and tiny, overlooking the fen

Water meadowland and small shot for the ducks

He walks in the mud, moves aside the reeds

No clapping of wings, no motions around.

Just the singing wind in an ominous silence.



Chorus:

I'll take you down there (under the moon)



No presence of fowl, the fen is a desert

Said a man of poise with a drawling voice

The grounds are alive and the wind has dropped

The fen is awakened and follows the steps



Chorus



See how my tentacles got you under control

You're already caught in the palm of my hand

You're easy to swallow, I'm sucking your back

I'm taking your ankles -- You're back into the bog

I'm taking your legs...

I'm taking your knees...