Many are the factions formed
The sun is thrust the day is born
An open husk of spoiled corn
The tapestry of soil

The gleaming sects of Aniram
The rainbow serpent's wonderland
Be the truth disguised, a sham
The curious recoil

O! Gleaming sects of Aniram
Take all young lovers by the hand
And lead them now to somewhere
deep within the Reaching Trims
Thrist the plooms of arching filth
With carnal slips and daffodils
O! Aniram, the naked lovers shedding soiled skin
ANIRAM! ANIRAM!

Life is but the corpse of time
And time the limitless decline
Of life, and as they intertwine
The birth of something new

A pheasant fleeting toward the hills
The many fishes throbbing gills
A spectacle of dream and skill
To wet the morning dew

All at once the pleasant dive
The lunar lodestone tugs the tide
What rapture is won't be denied
At Aniram's command

The seasons pierce the tempered switch
And brand the sterns of wickedness
Should all remain a faulty stitch
A wound in every hand