Hungry clouds swag on the deep, once meek, and in a perilous path
The just man kept his course along the vale of death
Roses are planted where thorns grow, and on the barren heath
Sing the honey bees, then the perilous path was planted
And a riverland a spring on every cliff and tomb
And on the bleached bones red clay brought forth.
Till the villain left the paths of ease, to walk in perilous paths
And drive the just man into barren climes
Now the sneaking serpent walks in mild humility
And the just man rages in the wilds where lions roam
Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burden'd air
Hungry clouds swag on the deep.