Mantra

Give them blood and thunder

It begins with a mantra

Something hypnotic that never dies

Behind the mask of ritual disguise

Pulls you deep from some primal place

Avert, hide your face

Sweating bullets for a lousy dime

Eating up my days all my precious time

Pounding thumping menace

A thing sure and relentless

Reverberates with otherworldly energy

Tuzat not a vision for profane eyes to see

Sweating bullets for a lousy dime

Eating up my days all my precious time

That side of town

Hector searching the rivers, the alleyways

For a clue a sign, over on

Rapture divine, balanced on a thin line

Precarious, a climb sublime

Illusive hard to figure define

Give them blood and thunder

Cause it begins with a mantra

Sweating bullets for a lousy dime

Eating up my days all my precious time