Jon And Vangelis

Oh, sevens worth a say, like a lie, five and one
My favourite died in pain, by a guy, son of a gun
He jumped through the horse I guess,
Disappeared, no mess
Hell! We'll just have to rest, follow me down,
If you caan, Follow slowly.
Thus enter as we may, by a hole, in the floor.
Deep darker than the black, seemed to hear,
Many a rat.
Tried harder as I fought, Thought my life,
Finally brought.
Knees trembling in my legs,
Wish to get out, out and about
Out and about.