Standing all alone in the middle of a promised
land.
Where is it, where is it, beyond the moon, behind
the sun.
Always in the middle, in the middle of nothingness.
Remember, cross the ring of thorns with a pure
heart.
Fear not, all true gods carry horns,
they will throw your eyes into the deepest well.
Loose your sight, gain another.
Seek the darkest fear, the deepest pain,
a forgotten secret of every earthly mother.
"Here bigynneth the knyghtes tale unveil."
Every earring, her clothes and more shall fall.