Walk a path atop the blue mountain, A flower stands with devil's form, Searching for a secret new horizon The truth is coming at your tongue! Hangin' fruits will dry on their stems Like grudges hanging on your soul, Let them burn in puryfing fire Two winged seeds from fire are born! My life is hollow If I'm speaking not the truth The time has come to leave This fucking sympathetic mask!! MOUNTAIN DEVIL, MOUNTAIN DEVIL!!