Mound of Ing Lyrics

Swaying among the mounds
Winding along the path
A wreath of flowers you grant
An offering of withering crops

Lie among the fog unseen
Shades in dreamlike states
Of life and death that are of the same
Sensed by an endless craving

Silver disk on your garland
Half a golden bow and black the rest
As the earthfires bloom on your rusty hair
Beneath the soil like a seed I lay dead