[lyric note 1]
Nobody can tell what’s going on...
Surroundings wrapped in the mysterious clouds
Sinking sun in the crimson sky
A spiral winding noisily
Ominously beautiful
Disgustingly gorgeous
Divinely evil
Caught up in the streaking flurry
The root of a calamity awakens
Revere me...
Even the white flowers bloom out of season everywhere
As if to scorn you
Scatter evanescently in the darkness
And shall become a stone of light
Panta rhei (all things are in a state of flux)
This temporary world defiled like dust
Panta rhеi (all things are in a state of flux)
Next world vanishеs like fog
Mournful depressing voice
The three realms of existence are narrow, shallow, and
Empty
The abandoned hut sinking into obscurity
Filled with false prosperity
A drifter’s vortex
Spinning around and around
Spin! O eternal darkness
Twist! And twist
A voice that falls in the ominous winding darkness
[lyric note 2]
As far as we concern from these records
Some ominous unseen power is working
And everything is moving with that as a center
Or being moved or...
What the hell awoke there?
If you should happened to get wrapped up
In that vortex deeper and deeper
You'll enter into it profoundly
And all contact with the outside world will be served
Everything is drawn towards the same direction
A force like an ant-lion’s trap
In which you cannot return the way you came
The sky at dawn transiently
No ignorance
Endless ignorance
A vortex for those who tumble down, holding darkness
Abysmal darkness
Making a harsh sound
Raise the swell
Plug up the hole on the earth
A cloud passing by
The drifters are the blood, the flesh of the bowls of the
Earth
Voices that dissolve in the emptiness
Changing eternally
And become firm foundation in the end
Spin around and around
Spread out to the wide deep darkness
Deep down and fall into oblivion
[lyric note 3]
And then a fresh crowd surges up on it again
Starting to live there as though nothing had ever happened
Without knowing of the realm that has been closed
And then some hundred years later
The spiral temple starts to move again