Proserpina

Well you’re pullin’ up the chains from the bottom of her lungs
A three headed dog and its three burnt tongues
Pluto linin’ up with the earth and the sun

Drink it up now!
Drink it all up

Hear the moans and the howls of the bodies in the deep
As they kick and they tear each other in their sleep
You’ve got one hand in the river, but for them she will weep!

Drink it up now!
Drink it all up

What more do you want love?
What more do you want?

In a thrice plowed field of thrice sown grain
You pour out the mice, you pour them out again
You’ve tied her to a tree in the ash and the rain

Drink it up now
Drink it all up

What more do you want love?
What more do you want?

And if the moon was made of gold
Would you burn for it
Or drag it to the depths of hell?

What more do you want?