Tired and Alone, The Virgin Walks

So musty near the mist
I enjoy colorful spells within the tomb
Take cover! The night will die
Quite colorful over the light
I violate dull eruptions in the sky
Repent! The Fool is no more
So cold beneath the virgin
You beat sexy dogs in the grave
Can you dig it? The vision is good
open-eyed fighting back
not understanding
a broken promise
With what memories
a stranger
go without luggage
in a different light