withered and died in the distant past A phillosopher's road,a river of glory Even the saints who can rest in the darkness stand without responding and bar the way
Can you hear? The voice of silence that calls you Can you follow? Clutching at the straws of delusion?
Become enraged,Indra As burns the rock Swinging the sword in the nothingness Holding a child of darkness
Hidden without even appearing in a dream Golden flowers,the song of Shangii La Even a night of prayer is denied you Time like a rapid river thrusts you onward
Can you hear? The Voice of silence that calls you Can you cross? Drinking the water from the unclean river?
Become enraged,Indra As burns the rock Swinging the sword in the nothingness Holding a child of darkness
Protect,Indra An innocent child Purity the road of anger For a moment