一首古老如同赞美诗般悠扬的歌曲通过磁性而低沉的嗓音在寂静中响起：

I love every waving thing 我热爱一切摇曳的事物

Flame that then beat 那跳动的火焰

Air of that transpiration 那蒸腾的空气

Soul that then struggles. 那挣扎的灵魂

I love every waving thing 我热爱一切摇曳的事物

When i smiled 当我微笑时

My teeth were mysterious 我的皓齿从未启露

There are waves in my soul 我的灵魂随之摇曳

I love every waving thing 我热爱一切摇曳的事物

Let‘s tell the fear to me 对我诉说恐惧吧

Let me jump dance of the death again in the darkness 让我在黑暗中再次跳起死亡的舞蹈