My kindred sat up beside me I'm laid out on a stone platter On an altar gradually rising Atop a coil of gears and clockwork The sound of howling laughter The crumbling granite cogs lock shut Awoke in a mechanical nest Aware that we'll be feasted upon Sensing an almighty power above Fear does not allow us to look up One terrified glance then i can look no more I see a golden beak and a feathered fleece Accepting death beneath the monolith Gargantuan creature fills the sky Then the platter tilts and off it we slide My brother and I in two separate pipes It seems we've been granted safety for now We land in the grass outside the Incan hell The nose, it was the nose The nose, It was the nose The two circles, the two circles The two circles, the two circles The two circled image is what i'm left with Two stone entrances into which we slid Away