Silk covered lands
We cross our hands
The shadowy figure
Standing before us
Yellow sun turns red

Ill fortuned folks
Forced to starve
There is a light
On the street
It asks for a chair

Treading on
Going forth
To find a crossroads
Where to go now
Where are your leaders now

Red, the ground is red
Go forth and die to live
Thorns upon thy face
Will not erase
Mellow out
Please don’t shout

Treading on
Going forth
To find a crossroads
Where to go now
Where are your leaders now