The dark light

The hands grope in the darkness,

The darkness created by those,

Those who are Lords over the land

The land defiled by the darkness.



The Lords live in a sort of light,

A light that can illuminate all the hands.

But the hands are kept away from the light,

So they keep groping.



The hands that at last see the light

Are transformed into new Lords.

The new Lords create more darkness

And more hands keep groping.



This land burdened by our darkness

Used to have its own light, the original light,

Until a strange light was imposed on it,

And the stranger created the darkness.



Until such a time when the people

Are able to reinvent an original light

To outshine the Lords' light,

They are doomed to perpetual groping.