Flowers glow capsized bouts flow
Blow past my empty stream
No water to flow freely down
But only gravel and mud
Red Indians in their huts
With painted bodies and faces
Twisted bows sharpened arrows
Need not want not
Free rides a fury rapid
Destined for a high drop
Waterfall drop you shall
You must drown
In the river of blood
Escape to the vine yard
Green grape melted wine
Woolfell child of mind
Hungry wolfs shall not
Find and mull you with brute force
Melted stone under the water
Blow past my empty stream
No water to flow freely down
But only gravel and mud
Red Indians in their huts
With painted bodies and faces
Twisted bows sharpened arrows
Need not want not
Free rides a fury rapid
Destined for a high drop
Waterfall drop you shall
You must drown
In the river of blood
Escape to the vine yard
Green grape melted wine
Woolfell child of mind
Hungry wolfs shall not
Find and mull you with brute force
Melted stone under the water