There is a land,
In which, the monster
Who leaves a gift.
In the land there’s a kid.
The gift sees it.
The kid hears the arbiter of man.
There is a path in the land.
In the path, there is a man,
Whom, sees the kid.
The gift is sung unto it.
The kid has the gift.
The man sees a monster.
The kid sings it.
It knows all the land,
In which, bears the monster.
The kid cheers the arbiter of man
As it bears the gift.
Then the land leads the kid.
It leads the kid.
To a land,
In which, many gifts.
The kid sees it.
The arbiters of man.
The possessions of the monster.
Far from the monster
What’s lead is the kid
To another land
Of which, the bearer of man.
For it beckons, the kid sees it.
The kid bears the gift.
The gift
Is the arbiter of man.
What sings is the kid,
Far from the monster
In this distant land,
Such, that man is compelled by it.
Where the gift is sung, they hear it:
The dancers of man in this clandestine land,
from which, the kid who, too, has become the monster.