Winniehut

Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain
          There was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived
          
          Their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world
          Obscured as it was by great clouds
          Here they played out their peaceful lives
          Innocent of the litany of excess and violence
          
          That was growing in the world below
          
          To live in harmony with
          
          The spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough
          
          Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town
          They came in camouflaged
          
          Hidden behind dark glasses and no one noticed them
          They only saw shadows
          You see without the truth of the eyes
          The Happyfolk were blind
          Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes
          Waiting for the sunset to come people going home
          Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head
          Now everybody dancing
          The dance of the dead
          The dance of the dead
          The dance of the dead
          In time Strangefolk found their way
          Into the higher reaches of the mountain
          And it was there that they found the caves
          Of unimaginable sincerity and beauty
          By chance they stumbled upon
          The place where all good souls come to rest
          The Strangefolk they coveted
          The jewels in these caves above all things
          And soon they began to mine the mountain
          It's rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world
          Meanwhile down in the town
          The Happyfolk slept restlessly their dreams Invaded by shadowy figures
          Digging away at their souls
          Every day people would wake and stare at the mountain
          Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?
          And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain
          Holes began to appear
          Bringing with them a cold and bitter wind
          That chilled the very soul of the Monkey
          For the first time the Happyfolk felt fearful for
          They knew that soon the Monkey would stir from it's deep sleep
          Then there came a sound
          Distant first it grew into castrophany
          So immense that it could be heard far away in space
          There were no screams there was no time
          The mountain called Monkey had spoken
          There was only fire
          And then nothing