原始歌词 (English)
Black Wings
Shoals of fish suffer from plague,
Corpses float up towards the surface of the ocean,
The stench of decay permeates the surrounding shores.
Misery seen through the eyes of stranded dead,
Skin putrefies and fever spreads,
Mortals deathly pale and despondent,
Children cry out as they fret efflorescent skin.
The curse of Mother Nature ravages the human world.
I see the black-winged god,
Enfold its giant wings.
Speaking using human words,
It is nature’s masterpiece.
This is the black-winged god,
We worship with stems of reeds.
Flying from the Southern Sea,
All our kindred will be fed.