[b]We are victims of birth in the land of history

The land with natural covering yet naked


For the trees of cotton are luxuriant

Yet there is no garment

The shame of unclothedness is for those

Who realize they are



Cloth itself is naked

For truth has become lie



The daughters of the land forbid the day

For the night offers them hay



The age of laughing shame,

Like drenched faeces by the road side



The powers gave us the gift of tyranny

To walk in shame and feel no shame



Until the sun stands still to certainly

Banish the age of vampires

And restore the enamels of the victims

Waahooo!
its mind blowing.