Sing praises of the Sun Goddess
 Drift about the mercy of waves
 Pray at this sacred moment of silence
 Red butterfly’s fluttering
 From your shoulder to shoulder
 Take a rest in this primal church, and bless
 If you’re an injured warrior
 Now your pains will disappear
 All tears of people in this world, is pouring here, as the rain
 You’ll be reborn in this church that you find out here
 Gold mist filled gorge of despair
 Sun light filtering through the silver clouds
 Million birds are crying with their fate