There in the realm of sleep, of nightmare, of dream
The land of the Mung so very different than our own
The dead are kept busy, feeding the beasts and fires
They are unbothered by things, like fear or even time
The flesh has fallen off, their hands, skull and feet
It is difficult to know their being, they keep on being
Beware when visiting Mung, frightful and dangerous
Everything has its place, even nightmares and dreams
I am unaware how to get there, except by sleep
I am unaware how to get there, except by sleep
