What vicious dog?!
Why don't you heed the shepherd's call?
He'll lead you where the mountain's painted gold.
You'll feast your eyes on shine, and in your head,
You'll have the whole galaxy subdued!

Whilst underneath your feet,
Your progeny shall seek their own defeat,
Until one day, indeed,
You are announced his favourite pet.

We are to be reborn as grist;
Here we become mere instruments.