Inside the mountain,
The attendants guard the palace
The flower sits atop the skull.
The king makes love,
And listening to his wife’s cries of pleasure
They both drink the blood from their skull cups.
In the heart center
You are the blood that is drunk, the palace is the skull cup.
The queen sings the song of the world
As she embraces her lover.
The skull rests inside the blossom
And the guards are made strong by the palace
That sits atop the mountain.