So in the scarlet of morning skies In the shimmering of the pond's ice And in the puddles on the sunken road We wait for someone truthful to despise Something wild opened its eyes So in the trunks of trees In the shadows of the leaves And in the bottom of the well In the twilight of the eves Something evanescent began to breathe We keep perdition at bay For it forces our hand in anger Whispering death to all living things So in the murmur of the river In the coming of each cold shiver And with the fall of a single drop of rain We wait for someone who shall our spirit deliver Only to see it wither So at the foot of greenish hill In the hollows of the abandoned mill And in the gust over wavy grass In each stroke of the quill I begin to find my vivacious will We keep perdition at bay For it forces our hand in anger Whispering death to all living things Experience the throes of passion As he is the adversary who seeks virtue in determination Henceforth I serve thee no more Soon to depart from this life Whispering death to all living things