There is darkness ahead, better wait!
See? The skyline is heavily reddening,
There is head wind, the weather is wet
And the roads, and the roads are irregular.

And the language is brute,
And the gossip is rude,
And encounters are hardly advisable
In the land where the grass has burnt down to the root,
Making footprints no longer cognizable.
In the darkness...

It’s a checkup for manhood out there,
In the wind, in the midst of the tempest.
Hearts can stumble, unduly ensnared
In their own, uncontrollable tempos.

And the language is brute,
And the gossip is rude,
And encounters are hardly advisable
In the land where the grass has burnt down to the root,
Making footprints no longer cognizable.
In the darkness...

Local sounds and colors are stark,
But we can’t pick a different route,
Someone needs us out there in the dark!
Saddle up, we shall help it dawn out.

And the language is brute,
And the gossip is rude,
And encounters are hardly advisable
In the land where the grass has burnt down to the root,
Making footprints no longer cognizable.
In the darkness...