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Revealed, underlined in a sudden gust of wind The profile of a man raises under the moon Uncovered and tiny, overlooking the fen Water meadowland and small shots for the duck He walks in the mud, moves aside the reeds No clapping of wings, no motions around, Just a singing wind in an ominous silence... I'll take you down there, I'll take you No presence of fowl, the fen is a desert Said a man of poise with a drawling voice The grounds are alive and the wind has dropped The fen is awakened and follows the steps I'll take you down there, I'll take you See how my tentacles got you under control You're already caught in the palm of my hand You're easy to swallow, I'm sucking you back See how my tentacles got you under control I'm taking your ankles - you're back into the bog I'm taking your legs - you're back into the bog I'm taking your knees - you're back into the bog I'm taking your hands - you're back into the bog I'll take you down there, I'll take you Back into the bog Aus Songtexte Mania