Night set panic in face of the day,
Indigo runs through rivers
Dirge across desert.
Dry trees is the king of forest
Terror echoes of demon
Blow fiercely, hills tremble,
Mighty wind blows
Coldness freeze rivers
His commandment leaves in the jungle
Babies nursing by giant black scorpion
Feed from pot of honey.
Covered with cerulean chador
Living in cesspool mansion.
This is a mysterious Road to tomb
Where solemn song of sing slowly silenly
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