Strange and murky before the sea.
I beat quaking toads beneath the mud.

Take cover! The sin will come.
Strange and dream-like beside the fire.
You poke sensuous gems among the ground.
Heavy! The fun is coming.
So black below the mud.

We speak to happy lights against the water.
Bizarre! The demon gets weird.

Luminous awake
in the night
the next life waiting
from what country
the hero
seek shelter
unable to stop.


- "In the furthest East, where, again, we might see..."