In the undergrowthwhere there is no hope
Neath the lions cagegrows the Foliage
In the darkened cellwhere no one can tell
Hear the cry of ragethrough the Foliage
When the moon is white and the sun shines bright
Look towards the east and the golden beast
As the mist descendsas the world pretends
Hear the cry of ragethrough the Foliage
Children of the nightas they hide from sight
Neath the lions cagewhere there is no age
As his breath draws nearthey must show no fear
For when they must fallthey must surleyDie
In the Foliage