They cheerfully lived,
Danced and sang,
Composed laws,
Filled a pocket,
Traded in slaves,
Were at war also fur-trees...
And at them under legs the volcano inflamed.

The Refrain:
Time leaves jet sand,
There in depth our justice.
The Prices grow also payment is close,
False gods will not save.
In Last day ...

Walls Have trembled,
Temples Have failed,
In ashes shine has addressed
Idols shine.
Glory and money
Have become stuff,
Of them to not construct the bridge up to heavens

The Refrain.