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 A god with pale white skin and golden hair
Brought before the tribal chief And asked to prove his might A 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 finally come 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