The God disguises himself as a beggar
Comes and says to me
Leave with me; I'll take you to a joy land
I regard him as a lunatic
I feel sorrow in your heart From your eyes
In your innermost heart is there a desolate world
No huge mountains nor broad plains
No rolling waves nor quiet brooks
No morning dew nor shining sunlight
I response no words, but my heart aches
In your deep heart, there is only dust
Of hatred, lost, solitariness and isolation
Burying your thoughts
You're struggling in your own shackles
Wandering alone to escape
From countless desperate nights
His words is tearing my heart
I beg him to take me away
But he has vanished
Leaving the thundering words
In my moral nature reverberation