Cat's Eyes and Rosebuds

I believe I have made a significant find in the Condarian ruins. A volume of ancient Sumerian burial practices and funerary incantations. It is entitled, Not Your Round Imanto, roughly translated, Book of the Dead. The book is bound in human flesh and into human blood.

When a night just like this, the phone bright rays cold on my lips, and that sweet wind And it seems to speak a word On a path just like this I found a house door hoping to the mist And that sweet wind all but push me And that deep dark of night that hid from my life

That strange place in the cellar I've got strange book Get a strange phrase Hot size and rose You go round hard, yeah Here you go, here you go Let me say it

Here you go Walk up in the grave Let me go round You answer your