At the foot of the high mountain   There's a land where you can speak with your mind   Along the streets a multitude of temples, consecrated to   grotesque idols, burn incenses to celebrate the time   The time of forgiveness      Creatures living in this place   can teach you how to read dreams   Rivers flowing through this ground   carry the purity of silver      Androgynous beings card an innumerable variety of precious silks,   used to dry tears of joy   Used to dry tears of joy...      I can perceive the majestic presence   of the bull-man, who reigned here for centuries,   before the apes came, before the apes came   before the apes came, the apes... apes...      He was adored by legions of half-fish beings,   later absorbed by the sea bed and sunk into the sweet wool   Now he's sleeping forever in the red house,   near the magnificent stream      The gong rings to remind   the interrupted rhythm of his noble breathing   The gong rings to remind   the interrupted rhythm of his breathing