The Sound Of Animals Fighting - On The Occasion Of Wet Snow Lyrics

There's a choir always.
Softly scream.
They will just send praises of humanity.

Any shortcoming lighting more.

The sky and fields brought me feeling, and him.
His master; all.
He thought it special.

My feelings rose in circles.

No longer need,
a regret.

A cure.

Slip knot, flat footed; come again.
Lift like that clip its off and in.

Little crown of dead and gilded lilies.

Write down the flames of feather part.
Just what she warned but never said.

They’re sleeping sound, and far away

To the constant Christmas lights,
There were low supplies.

Little crown of dead and gilded lilies

Oh, a "signal" on a train,
It's a difference I can see.

They're sleeping sound and far away.

No longer need,
a regret.

A cure.

Hey, hey, (hay eh ay eh yay eh.)

(Choir voices cannot be made out.)

[Thanks to hpthehitman for adding these lyrics]