Lay your head and go to sleep my child
 And I will tell you tales of yesterday
 Listen to the story of our savior
 And what came to pass that fateful day
 Hayaho

Paying homage at the ancient temple
 The daughter of the chief she found him there
 She watched him as he rose from the obelisk
 god with pale white skin and golden hair

Brought before the tribal chief
 And asked to prove his might
 dead boy lying at his feet
 His flame he had to light

He gave the boy his divine kiss
 And the tribal chieftain said
 Our god has [bad word] to us
 He breathed life to the dead

And so the god was given special honors
 And with the chief’s daughter he would walk
 And when he was asked what his name was
 The god replied, “Kirok”

But one was filled with jealousy
 For Kirok stole his bride to be
 He attacked among the forest trees
 Behold the god that bleeds

But the jealous one could not divide
 For Kirok was the village pride
 And Kirok went and took his bride
 And made a child deep inside
 He made a child deep inside

And one day the lake grew wild
 The sky was filled with rage
 And Kirok beat upon the temple
 Like an animal in a cage

But the temple would not open
 And the stones began to fly
 He lost his wife and child
 And returned to the sky
 He returned to the sky