You are like a serpent
About to shed its skin

You are my jungle
Deprived of its menace

Old wine and a wasteland
See the sun has fled in midday!
Lie bravely on your bed,O day

I know,what the morrow brings
Is arrayed in a haze
I breathe a deep sigh of memories

Fireworks must toll your deathknell
In the city of a feverish race

They will shout with triumph
Till voices ascend heavenwards
In a babel

"They cannot wait to seal another chapter
in the book of days. "

It is but the space of an hour
When she shall be borne into
The graveyard of ages
Amidst the wailing of joyful mourners

Their wish is to drench the sky with colours
And make new decrees for life
Oh yes-And dance

I lay down my past, six-feet too
Behold a new beginning