In the whisper of the air
People prostrate on the ground
Under the command of shadows
People follow and dance
Shadows bestow masks upon them
They wear them gracefully
Everyone is filled with pride
They have found the truth
Controlled by the truth
But people sway and lose themselves in the crowd
Obeying the silent commands of shadows
Shadows issue silent commands
Oh
Oh
All the believers are just shadows in the night
Survival in the night is the only condition
Monks are just puppets in the light
Puppets determine every moment of the shadow
Every moment of the shadow
Lost in the currents we are lost
Swept away in the whirlpool of conformity
Oh
They are just shadows in the night
Puppets in the fading light
Lost in the currents
People are swept away
In the pride of the masses
People are corrupted