In the mound, there's no escaping
Poor iolo found his ending-
Fiddling, he'll play for us forever

Poor iolo, weep in sorrow!
Silly man, sleep again, because we control your hand
Never will he have a chance to go!
We will sing to you of a man that found his way to us!
He will be playing right to the end, in which he turns to dust

On our accord, he recorded the man's song, so you can listen to it
Now, sing it aloud!

My darling, like lightning, it happened in a flash!
Sing a song that might last
Well, good night, then!
You'll be fine, then!
Even if your body just decays

Poor iolo, weep in sorrow!
We will sing to you of a man that found his way to us!
Now until forever, we wil
Sing the song with which he met his ending
He will be playing right to the end, in which he turns to dust

Don't you know that you're unwelcome?
Keep on playing till you succumb
To the mound, you'll play for forever

Poor iolo, weep in sorrow!
He will never have a chance to go!
Sleeping now, good night now
Oh, good morning, rise and shine!
Even if you crumbled away
No such thing as time
You're forever here and now

We will sing till the end
When you're here in the mound
We will sing till the end
Where is your sound?