The sky had rustled red
The birds grew quiet and fell
The day no longer turned
Night fell on the world
The river ran murky with poison
The land was desolate and black
The bees had left the valley
The orchards were hacked down
The huts and castles were deserted
The dusty roads were crowded
In another direction I ran
The shaper of destinies
Through a deep crack in the
Mountain I slipped
Descended into the otherworld
Through a deep crack in the
Mountain I slipped
Into dark death in Manala's stream I dove
I was carried by the rapids
And my blood began to rush
Then the river turned into a vein
The vein into a crimson hall
And on its walls flickeder the pictures
Of your world, eternally dancing
The hall pealed and rumble
Through a deep crack in the
Mountain I slipped
Descended into the otherworld
Through a deep crack in the
Mountain I slipped
Into dark death in Manala's stream I dove
And on its walls flickeder the pictures
Of your world, eternally dancing
The hall pealed and rumble
For deep down in the mountain of time
They painted out our lives
Songs of triumph silenced
Faded and died
Through a deep crack in the
Mountain I slipped
Descended into the otherworld
Through a deep crack in the
Mountain I slipped
Into dark death in Manala's stream I dove
