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