Žodžiai dainai: John Vanderslice. Fiend In A Cloud.

My mother groaned
My father wept
Into the dangerous world I leapt

Helpless and naked
Piping loud
Like a fiend
Hid in a cloud

Struggling in my father's hand
Fighting against my swaddling bands
Bound and weary I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast