The wind's auspices weaving through the trees
Their trembling branches slowly giving leaves
Their hue descending tumbling through
Warm darkness
But we're holding on desperately
Black flames, black flames
Licking our heels as we flee
Oh could there have been?
Could there have been any other way
To escape the shedding
The changing of the serpent's skin?
[00:25.239]The wind's auspices weaving through the trees
[00:39.306]Their trembling branches slowly giving leaves
[00:53.637]Their hue descending tumbling through
[01:06.772]Warm darkness
[01:12.224]
[02:25.003]But we're holding on desperately
[02:40.382]Black flames, black flames
[02:44.160]Licking our heels as we flee
[02:54.386]Oh could there have been?
[02:58.156]Could there have been any other way
[03:08.034]To escape the shedding
[03:12.535]The changing of the serpent's skin?