Covering, smothering your land like a shroud;
sneakily, silently, making not a sound.
Don't panic, don't hide, don't try to disappear,
don't even try to flee - it is of no use, my dear.
Ghostly, ethereal, otherworldly, unholy;
there can't be light without darkness - THIS was His folly.

So hearken! Ye holymen!
Hearken! Ye sinners!
Hearken! Ye losers!
Hearken! Ye winners!
Hark now here, beings of white, black and red:
where do you run to when Earth wants you dead. . .?