water meadowland and small shots for the ducks he walks in the mud moves aside the reeds no clapping of wings no motions around just the singing wind in an ominous silence i ll take you down there i ll take you down there i ll take you revealed underlined in a sudden gust of wind the profile of a man raises under the moon uncovered and tiny overlooking the fen uncovered and tiny overlooking the fen water meadowland and small shot for the ducks he walks in the mud moves aside the reeds no clapping of wings no motions around just the singing wind in an ominous silence 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 the bog i ll take you down there i ll take you i ll take you down there i ll take you 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 your 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 back into the bog 1