All of the ladders look to heaven growing longer as they stare,
Their rungs becoming rotten and never getting there–
Oh the wind blows around them all, every one.
All of the snakes, they slither skyward – their skins become entwined.
Although they never make it they merely stay resigned –
And the wind blows around them all, every one.
All of the windows closed their shutters as the bells of justice rang,
Yet this cannot protect them for like gossamer they hang.
Yes, the wind blows around them all, every one.
All of the lakes lie still and waiting in the valleys of the strong.
They're catching as they enter all who entered all along –
Oh the wind blows around them all, every one.
There are three thousand ladders; there are forty thousand snakes;
There are ten thousand windows; there are thirty golden lakes.
And the wind blows around them all,
Yes, the wind blows around them all,
Oh the wind blows around them all, every one.
And the wind blows around them all,
Yes, the wind blows around them all,
Oh the wind blows around them all, every one.