How you tempt us nature; how you laugh.
How you toss the soul; how you cover the grass.
Winter covers the intelligence of fertile fields and men's graves.
This fickle miracle, we have immortalized dirt.
How we worship you as a god
while you, the predator, drown us.
Nature you are against man,
or is it the nature of man to destroy?
Who is the King?
Who is the Queen?
Who is nature’s heir?
How you toss the soul; how you cover the grass.
Winter covers the intelligence of fertile fields and men's graves.
This fickle miracle, we have immortalized dirt.
How we worship you as a god
while you, the predator, drown us.
Nature you are against man,
or is it the nature of man to destroy?
Who is the King?
Who is the Queen?
Who is nature’s heir?
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