Jim Morrison, el poeta maldito

Come on, ride the Snake, ride the Snake, to the lake, the ancient lake baby. The snake is long, seven miles and it's made of diamonds and screams, blood of kings and fallen trees. 

                                       Come on, ride the Sun and reach the Lizard King, I'm just another dream in the sinner's mind, I'm just another lighting in the ancient storm.

  Hear the scream who have been heared so many times, the voice of the wind, the voice of the sand, of the desert...you can heart it? It's the snake, eating all his sons and daughters, the snake baby, the ancient snake.