As I walked there, in the valley, I could hear the demons
dance behind my back, and I saw the weak and helpless light,
as it was eaten  by the darkness while it's still alive.

Walking there barefooted, shadowes touched my head and face,
keeping me awake but dead.

Stones and bones were scattered, here and there, and it
looked natural, like murder.

Yellow cats and huge red ducks showed me the way, through a
tunnle. While I was crowling there I almost understood -
what was the meaning of the life back there.