The boy took a stroll the shores of the well constructed brook

Carefully climbed a waterfall built of smiprecious rock

And gazed at the crystal that he had picked up from the ground

Washing the boy's bare feet the cold clear water lapped around

Murmured silently as it flew underneath the boy's white gown

So that he somewhat leaking became the semblance of a well

As he laid the crystal down again the pale boy realised

That his three coloured fair haired rabbit of luck

And the startled pale rattled boy

That his three coloured fair haired rabbit of luck

And the startled pale rattled boy

That his three coloured fair haired rabbit of luck

And the startled pale rattled boy

Behold my blood is like MILK or MERCURY the pale boy cried

No it's not red more like dancing serpents

Of wich one is BLACK the other one WHITE

Two separate coiling streams that never mix never unite

But as one they're flowing flowing ever flowing side by side