All my leaves
Are turning red oversoon
Storm clouds will come
That will make the sun
Look like the moon

Groon Bear, Sun Beast
Dark Lion bellowing
Storm clouds will come
That will make the sun
Look like the moon

Unclean spirits like frogs
Trapped in cornucopia
Oh me,
And my lily pad
And some form of old nostalgia

All my trials
Nourishment from bitter fruit
Better to wander
Than ask advice
From a fox in a hole

Shedding my skin
Rags of silk, rusty youth
Better to wander
Than ask advice
From a fox in a hole

Unclean spirits like frogs
Trapped in cornucopia
Oh me,
And some form of old memoria

Spirit, spirit
Show me my inheritance
Storm clouds will come
That will make the sun
Look like the moon

Be still my soul
Lovely gold to refine
Storm clouds will come
That will make the sun
Look like the moon

Renewed spirits like leaves
Raptured on a blustery day
Oh me,
And some form of strange euphoria