At the foot of the high mountain
There's a land where you can speak with your mind
Along the streets a multitude of temples, consecrated to
Grotesque idols, burn incenses to celebrate the time of forgiveness
Creatures living in this place
Can teach you how to read dreams
Rivers flowing through this ground
Carry the purity of silver
Androgynous beings card an innumerable variety of precious silks, used to dry tears of joy
I can perceive the majestic presence
Of the bull-man, who reigned here for centuries
Before the apes came, before the apes came
He was adored by legions of half-fish beings
Later absorbed by the sea bed and sunk into the sweet wool
Now he's sleeping forever in the red house
Near the magnificent stream
The gong rings to remind
The interrupted rhythm of his noble breathing
The gong rings to remind
The interrupted rhythm of his breathing