Spiders Tempest

Here, somewhere
The cold should behold mystery

Amongst the trees
Dark shapes

Slowly coming
Stealthily becoming
(eight legs, eight eyes)

And you will know
That the tempest has come
Has come

They will harmonize you
And the tempest has come
Has come

Paralyzed by reality
Shouting in vain
Raving in a dead end
(eight legs, eight eyes)

Amongst the trees
I know that the tempest
Has come