Blades of grass run downstream
With dew extending past the mountain's peak
It springs to life, a never ending cycle
Conceals itself behind the curtains
Unassuming, uninvited
Never leaving harm
Despite the fact the folk around turn off their neon lights
Losing control of their environments whole
When it's clear to rewind down the path once unknown
But a drop is short of what's to come
Once time passes on
The darkness might clear up
Just let time pass, move on
The darkness will resolve
Close by, down south, back to the streets
Creatures live in harmony
Dignified by loyalty
Clouds take a rise high above stable ground
Shaking up formalities
Doubting what's in sight
Untamed wild thorns and vines extend past speaking boundaries
What used to be common grace has been taken by contrary
As if Belphegor would actually preserve these lovely gardens
Without much time left ahead
For every drop you'll never have
Allow two drops to strike the ground
Before you decide to rewind
A drop is short of what's to come
Once time passes on
The darkness might clear up
Just let time pass, move on
The darkness will resolve