I kick the fertile earth and,
wearing a dagger at my side, dance a sacred dance
There in the primera (2) throne sits
the sunburned “King of Haze”
the sunburned “King of Haze”

I stab the goat in the back, dyeing it red
Flowers fall into that skillful performance,
and more than 300 pairs of eyes open wide
The sacrifice awakens
The voices of the people call to the flames
The voices of the people call to the flames

The blood burns, and in between the water and the rising flames,
the aeonian gears of Paranesia begin to turn (3)

3.3 second long drama
Within that origin’s arcanum,
beyond dreams, and absolutely everything ordinary,
is a spirit in the form of that shadow
The sunburned “King of Haze”
The voices of people call to the flames

Paranesian Circle Circle Circle… (4)

The gears turn Inevitably and [bad word] 
this nightmare (5) of ecstasy swells to a climax
Devouring depletion, spewing abundance,
it rains hopeful light (6) into the vessel of death
Is it the paradise (7) of the fire’s flame,
or the motordrive of a holy wheel?

Paranesian Circle Circle Circle
Paranesian Circle Circle Circle

Even smooth speech [bad word] grim sobbing
The sacrifice Beyond dreams
quiet, nameless successor
Rising Falling Rising Falling
Is it the paradise of the fire’s flame,
or the motordrive of a holy wheel?

Paranesian Circle Circle Circle
Paranesian Circle Circle Circle
Paranesian Circle Circle Circle Circle
Paranesian Circle Circle Circle Circle
Circle Circle Circle