[Buckland, Green, Kohn]      Voodoo child says, "the answer lies with the dead-   The blind will lead the blind-   And night will give the blind man sight"      Wolves cry to the moon to align with tulum   The crossroad-the devil's door   Drawing near the midnight hour      The bones are rolled to tell the tale   To cast aside the night   They come to rest in this omened place   To give the blind man's sight      No star, no light   No lore, this night      The mountains of the moon   Craggy heights from which to swoon   Hand held eye can see the glory hour drawing near      The bones are rolled to tell the tale   To cast aside the night   They come to rest in this omened place   To give the blind man's sight      No star, no light   No lore, this night