Из альбома: Blue Fire
Pulsing with Splendor,
With Arthat at my side
And Amytaba at my back
And Akshobhya in my heart
I need no wings to fly high
Above the misty skies
With nothing but my bare hands
I shape the dreams of thousands
With Yataka at my side
And Sakys on my back
And Altan Kahna in my eyes
I crawl and yet disdain the perils
With nothing but my bare hands, pulsing with Splendor
I pulverize the columns of Sakyamune