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?