Mountain, which gives immortality
Spewed out liquid flame of gods
Death gifts life to the death
By sculpting unconscious freak
Black mockery of Amaterasu
Antagonism to Fujiyama's peak
River of time flows down, away
Nature healing scars of its schizophrenia
This child of death fills up with life
Life of pathology of Blue Valley
Prays of old man, woman and child
Are so void in front of a drought
Which starts final countdown of their old life
Hunger erases entire villages off
Last hope of poor cripple
Shall be trampled by new war
The cart of peasant's life's
Price, lower than a bag of rice
Encumbrance's humility or cry
Are answers on question of time
But what is the sense of all of this
Near crook half-dead roots
Ghoulish slender trees inviting
To the satiated by wails woods
Sunshine was never seen out of here
Light rays drowning in sepulchral fog
Foliage noise dissolves every moan
Spreading branches intertwining chaotically
So do the thoughts of condemned
Fear crushes all attempts of humility
Suffering binds legs by torment
Hope will never outlast its owner
Oh, screams, cries and squeals of morbid
Like an orchestra performing a lullaby
Breathing will come to an end
Emotions will leave your heart
Only lifeless body shall remain
No one can your dream interrupt
Part with your mind and life
It is only tribute to Yureis
Which restlessly haunting in the night by trails
Between early howls of wind
From the heart of Blue Valley