Kirock

Lay your head and go to sleep my child

And I will tell you tales of yesterday

Listen to the story of our savior

And what came to pass that fateful day

Hayaho

Paying homage at the ancient temple

The daughter of the chief she found him there

She watched him as he rose from the obelisk

A god with pale white skin and golden hair

Brought before the tribal chief

And asked to prove his might

A dead boy lying at his feet

His flame he had to light

He gave the boy his divine kiss

And the tribal chieftain said

Our god has finally come to us

He breathed life to the dead

And so the god was given special honors

And with the chief's daughter he would walk

And when he was asked what his name was

The god replied, "Kirok"

But one was filled with jealousy

For Kirok stole his bride to be

He attacked among the forest trees

Behold the god that bleeds

But the jealous one could not divide

For Kirok was the village pride

And Kirok went and took his bride

And made a child deep inside

He made a child deep inside

And one day the lake grew wild

The sky was filled with rage

And Kirok beat upon the temple

Like an animal in a cage

But the temple would not open

And the stones began to fly

He lost his wife and child

And returned to the sky

He returned to the sky