Reality changed its from into a hanging cloud Fall down to this land of the deceased And sleep
When I kicked those who storm their way in the wriggling atmosphere Out into the river where the rats, which fit them so well They gathered as piled up bodies...
Return to the darkness, you ghosts Towards the place, that was born Give light to this blood That flows along my arm, which draws the bow When I kicked them out They gathered as piled up bodies...
Return to the darkness, you ghosts Toward the place, that was born And become the bridge to our futures Give me a light that pierces my heart with these fire arrows
