Letra da Música: By Slow Degree - Hidden in the fog

Arriv'd To Full Maturity, It Grasps
At All Within Its Reach, O'erleaps All Bounds.
At Length, Grown Old And Swell'd To Bulk Enormous,
The Monster In Its Proper Bowels Breeds
Pride, Luxury, Corruption, Perfidy, Contention,
Fell Deseases Of A MindÂ…

Of Things On Earth, Proud Man Must Own,
Falsehood Is Found In Man Alone.