I see through this demise
The hallowed serpent unwise

He is learned in the ways of decay
And he shone as winter's dawn fades
As brazen as the turn of the tide

And certain as our season fades
So fill your cup to the hilt
Hew and sew our crops anew

Rest and wake and comprehend faith
So toil, that this haze unfolds
And pray that this harvest decays