Like a travelling sales man
And a toothless dragon
His back has tasted hell
With constant frantic passion

In making like a captain
And unfold you into silence
Time and risk caught face to face
In icy tales of violence

Garden of the tempted rose
Ghost hunting for salvation
In the form of the underworld
Turned its gaze into creation

White scars around him wander
Fingers scratching at the moon
Sing the song of untold stories
Creature from the black lagoon