"Forgiven or damned – Whispered Scarbo with a spiderweb for shroud I'll bury you down below.
And into the crypt where you'll have to die
Out in the limbo you'll hear the children cry!"
Let me have an aspen leave to cradle me across the lake unless the trunk of (the)
tarentula will suck me down inside my grave
No way! He laughed.
You'll be the fodder of the beetle hunting it's prey at dusk.
Wrapped in a snakeskin, covered with gold, your only escape is a dive in the void.
(A birdsong in the distance invites my look through the trees.)
And when my life is over, remember I tough you how to please me: come with me,
follow me if you dare on a strange journey, a trip to nowhere... I will take you down
below with Charon for guide to visit the unknown.
Your life will be a way for me to pay for all my sins.
I'm sure the shores of hell will find in you a graceful gift.
"Forgiven or damned" whispered Scarbo... You'll soon understand that it don't mean
nothing for those who are blinded by insanity, heaven or hell it means nothing to
thee...