I hear some footsteps rolling by the river
I feel the breeze, I see the leaves quiver
And then, driven by some hopeless hope, the final fall
Like the shadow of the crescent – those towers stand tall
There remained some light, long long ago
Now it’s just this weather-beaten shadow
Eyes to see
And then the snakes….
The snakes, the snakes
Hurrah! For the preacher is dead !
Now sing to me a song of death instead…
This brand new song
It won’t take long
To take the shape
Of some primitive ape
And remain there
With all your prayer
Glory, and that other strange sound…..