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
