Mechanical Poet - Sirens From The Underland

Lay your head on a feathery moss
Freeze your mind and drown in doss
See the places you have never been
Let the magic begin

Bountiful gilt
Stained the green
Never-ending wilt
Covered the scene
Fanciful shades
Gathered on the glades
Wheezy summertime slowly fades

Mummified grass
Cloaked the lanes
Faint ruddy brass
Coloured the plains
Deep in the haze
A pristine race
Is beginning to sing witching lays

Lay your head on a feathery moss
Freeze your mind and drown in doss
See the places you have never been
Let the magic begin

Wonderful ballads are lugging away
You won't be back if you leave the way
Sometimes a well-known voice can be heard in the choir
From a nebulous mire
Are they contented or just magnetized?
Enfettered and still mesmerized

Lay your head on a feathery moss
Freeze your mind and drown in doss
See the places you have never been
Let the magic begin