WHEN THE WIND IS SLOW AND THE FIRE'S HOT AND THE VULTURE WAITS TO SEE WHAT ROTS
OH HOW PRETTY, ALL THE SCENERY THIS IS NATURE'S SACRIFICE
WHEN THE AIR'S BLOWS THROUGH WITH THE BRISK ATTACK THE REPTILE'S TAIL RIPPED ON IT'S BACK
WHEN THE SUN SETS WE WILL NOT FORGET THE RED SUN OVER PARADISE