We shall flee
Grab the coat, steal the fleece
They with countless numbers
On the right night
It will most certainly
Like things that I will keep
And hide them in my sleep
Oh, brightness we shall see
To those with countless numbers
No cold or hot
And hide them in my sleep
Not to tread through
From behind the curtain
You'll find her waiting
No cold or hot
Coded ancient
The heavy life sink in the dream
Will bring peace
Like things that I will keep
Selling things for cheap
Loaded up and at night when
And strike the chimers
In my sleep