To the east we moved,
Our hands so tightly held,
And we swung arms on the fly,
Like a little wind,
It began to blow,
And our feat paused a while,
A thought we gave to our action,
Soon we took a leave.
Fast and faster we ran,
Hastily we moved,
Fiercer the winds became,
And we loved it till the end.
Our minds heavy with thoughts,
Life turned so sweet,
Soon we got to the room,
The wind became an honey,
We tasted and drank to satisfaction,
To our pleasure we spent the night,
Our soul then hunted,
Now swimmed we in the winds,
Love became lust,
The world upside down turned,
Until our souls clave to hell.
Soon the winds were over,
Our consciousness we regained,
The lust of the past night,
In shame beheld one another,
So bad we felt our lust,
Our past hunt we hated,
And in cry we bowed our heads,
The agony of lust,
The death of hell.