What societies must we pass through,
through what kinds of human prospects,
through evil-bearers, spider-soldiers
through forests full of monsters,
through ears of informants,
one must walk alongside a two-faced man,
wear sables with a stalker,
shove hands into bags with a customs officer,
watch policemen hit on people's spines!
The great fighters for the revelation arose from everywhere around
and they ride big horses, they seek blood,
they ambush righteous men and everyone else that stands in between
man and God, on the log.
And where should the ones that hide from the beast go?
Defend yourselves! Learn the song!
Enter the marble eye through fiddles,
sing, plow on, chant,
and stand still once the question of
"Who among you will close the door?" is heard,
chant victorious songs until you open up the top of the temple,
let the glass window talk to the sea until
the blue heart blooms,
murmur, gurgle, roam
may the light find you like the sickle finds it bundle,
like the martyr's blood finds its own spear,
exclaim, hold three fingers up, loudly approve
until even the skull's upper sight opens
and the song gushes out onto its rooftop,
sing, sing Christmas songs,
in the midst of this memory-erasing war
learn the song, that's where the salvation lay!
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